The Buckets by Greg Cravens for July 11, 2018

True, he isn´t even making an effort to have an imagination.

You tell him, Eddie. Toby’s acting all grown up and blasé, nowadays!

It’s fun to be creative with how you see your pets

One of our cats is very large with a luxurious mane of blue/gray fur

We tell people he is an extremely rare miniature Blue Lion

Thank you!! This is wonderful!

Well, yeah, but I mean, c’mon….a snoring bush is pretty hard to ignore.

When I was of an age to have a bff/constant companion we were always looking for adventures, most of which came from our imaginations. It’s interesting, looking back, on how those adventures proliferated with practice of the imagination. But…one snowy day, in the grassy easement that ran the length of our street behind the houses, a real mystery emerged. There, in the snow, were circles incised, deep in the snow, a half-dozen or so, less than a foot apart, with nothing else around them. If there had been footprints around them, no mystery: garbage cans. But no, no footprints. No tracks of ANY kind. To this day, I wonder how THEY landed without leaving any other marks. (doo-doo-DOO-doo)

I LOVE Greg! So funny. Especially how Larry handles his kids. I’ve taken some tips from him. Thanks, Greg!