Rusty stretches the reality of the pack and becomes in an instant the alpha male, the lone wolf, more than man’s best friend he now rules the park and all its parts and pieces. King of the trail, pool tender and gate keeper, nothing escapes his prowess prowl. Rusty Rules.
You go Rusty Boy, drive with your feet and steer with you hands, well front paws anyway. Tony you should be asking how did he fill it up with gas. Where is he going and where has he been. I would call the Park Rangers if I was you and maybe the highway department, your insurance agent and the local paper since you haven’t open an instagram account yet.
Wouldn’t dream of it.
Rusty Boy don’t look so serious, its OK. Wilbur will make a hard left at the Live Oak, then over the patio and right into the garage, just like last time. Isn’t it curious that the dots always want to know “why” and the guys are only concerned with the “what and how” going forward. The only thing missing from this picture is the Magic Blue Bus and some Grateful Dead.
Stephanie, I suggest a brighter light in the shed would help. Try some color, you know a flower or two already in full bloom and leave the potting soil bag open so the smell of dirt fills the shed and reminds you that you are transplanting, you know just a step in the process, not the beginning or the end and wear gloves and sneakers, bigger dots, don’t forget to wake and bake, never hurts to bring some organic with you when you come and remember dear Stephanie angels fly because they are light.
Stan, I know, you never saw this coming. The plan was real simple, Gunsmoke reruns, maybe some cookies, or crackers and cheese, some peanut butter for Rusty Boy just a spoonful and that’s about it. The long walk down the hall and up the stairs, in to bed and that’s about it. But NO….like lightning, bolts of adrenaline, the Sirens from Hell, Sandra has made her presence felt. If Walter ever asks if you have been in a tornado tell him yes and mean it.
I’m left handed. . . That’s my super power.
Every Thursday there is a $2 early showing of the week’s special feature. Although the Ruined Chairs has been showing for three weeks now, it still pulls quite a large audience. Surprising Trooper took the lead on this; he pooled the money on the block and proudly bought nine tickets for the whole gang. Ms Millie doesn’t stand in line, she’s actually sitting in the shade next to the door. She’ll be the first one in, first to get popcorn and escorted to her seat by her many admirers. Its good to be Ms Millie
Come on Shirley, get on your dots and get with the program. What a romance moment, alone in the pastures of plenty in paradise. Nothing but high skies and cool mountain breezes. The sound of the wind through the trees, the distant horizons fading to purple shadowed by the clouds of a far away storm. OK, I get it the beret is a little over the top, but it’s Walter and it’s Ballard Street and it’s poopless sheep, doesn’t get much better than this.