Literally, in Lakota, his name was pronounced Tȟašúŋke Witkóm or “His Horse is Crazy”, but the intent means “Crazy Horse”. So you are correct.
Unfortunately I have read of cases where it escalated to where the dog got shot. It wasn’t just. It wasn’t fair and it was extreme. All because the neighbor wouldn’t control his dog and the city didn’t intervene.
As in, “Take it before I throw it in the landfill.”
No, I don’t understand. Caulfield was doing the right thing: Asking Miss Plainwell for an introduction. Patty took offense where there was none. She’s the one who owes an apology.
Mine WAS the alarm clock. As in, “Its nearly 5AM and I’m starving. You’re late human!”
I’ll take Shel Silverstein over T.S Eliot.
The Seventies saw a lot of that. Medicine could extend life, but it could not improve life. That was when people began rebelling. Sad times.
Sounds like something that happened to my grandfather when he passed. The funeral got lost going to the cemetery. Made a “U-eey” on the highway in order to straighten out. He would have laughed so hard.
What? Catch and release? Besides – now they’ll know where Roscoe is at all times.
Till the dying end.