Well golly me but we can’t let this go without comment.
Woof!
Woof!
Woof!
Three dogs. That’s right. Romping with RH in the Temple of Extreme Thought. RH, ornery critter, says: Well thanks Miss Balcony, for these dog pictures. Dogs make a better world. People living in apa-a-a-a-rtments can’t have a dog, poor bums. But they can have TV; Desperate Housewives and Big Brother; electronic medicine. In concrete heaven.
Those Zeke posts are like a portent to me, with a dog who’s heading for 13 and slowing down by the week, though still able to get up to a gambolling run. It’s impossible not to contemplate the future (and the past) every time we take her out for a walk.
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Well golly me but we can’t let this go without comment.
Woof!
Woof!
Woof!
Three dogs. That’s right. Romping with RH in the Temple of Extreme Thought. RH, ornery critter, says: Well thanks Miss Balcony, for these dog pictures. Dogs make a better world. People living in apa-a-a-a-rtments can’t have a dog, poor bums. But they can have TV; Desperate Housewives and Big Brother; electronic medicine. In concrete heaven.
Poor bums.
You’re thrice blessed RH.
Four times when I met you Miss Helen
Those Zeke posts are like a portent to me, with a dog who’s heading for 13 and slowing down by the week, though still able to get up to a gambolling run. It’s impossible not to contemplate the future (and the past) every time we take her out for a walk.
I’m thinking of you as well, Barista. I know it’s not time to get a new Wonder dog yet (but when you do it’ll be Wonderful)