My daschund gets the squeaker out, hides it between sofa cushions, then plays with the stuffed toy until all the stuffing’s gone, then hides what’s left of the toy with the squeaker in the sofa. We howled with laughter for almost an hour watching her go through her routine. She seemed to know she was putting on a show for us.
Noon!. Nap time.
Yuk! Anchovies ain’t people food, they’re bait for real fish.
And it still doesn’t!
J’ever notice how the new year starts even if YOU aren’t awake when it happens? It happened to me one year; what a disappointment to discover that the world didn’t center about me.
Sorta like when it’s noon in NY, it’s 9 a.m. in San Francisco, and almost 10:45 a.m. on Tuesday in Chicago.
What the hay?
Wasn’t gonna get political today, but can’t help myself. LJ, YOU NAILED IT! Thanks.
Wolfie’s my kind of party animal. Fire in the hole!!!
I knew Rodney. He worked for me in the 70s. He always hit the ground running (especially in the dark) and he had a nose for sniffing out the obvious. He quit his job and ran for Congress. He won a Senate seat he still holds. When he’s not snoozin’ or pontificatin’, he moonlights as a comic strip charater.