When I was little, my grandparents had a Pomeranian mix dog, whose head was just at my hand level. I remember one day my grandmother sent me upstairs to wash my hands for dinner (lunch to most folks) and when I came down, Ching came over for a hug. I must have been sent back upstairs four times one day because I had “dog hands”. (Slow learner, huh?) Finally, my grandfather wrapped me in one of my grandmother’s aprons and told me to put my hands in my pockets until I got to the table.
rshive over 8 years ago
Granny is on to this game.
ChessPirate over 8 years ago
Say hi to the Principal for me, Agnes…
Dani Rice over 8 years ago
When I was little, my grandparents had a Pomeranian mix dog, whose head was just at my hand level. I remember one day my grandmother sent me upstairs to wash my hands for dinner (lunch to most folks) and when I came down, Ching came over for a hug. I must have been sent back upstairs four times one day because I had “dog hands”. (Slow learner, huh?) Finally, my grandfather wrapped me in one of my grandmother’s aprons and told me to put my hands in my pockets until I got to the table.
BlueIris Premium Member over 8 years ago
“hygiene Jones”???
David Huie Green LosersBlameOthers&It'sYOURfault over 8 years ago
Jones: an obssession. Think OCD.