Dogs are our link to paradise. They do not know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace. –Milan Kundera
Last night, Tracy went outside to throw the football with TJ. As soon as he took one step outside, he urgently hollered my name. I went running outside. What I saw took my breath away.
Now that is true beauty. In the eye of any beholder!
I got a spam comment on an old post and this is what the spammer wrote:
A child of five could understand this. Fetch me a child of five — Groucho Marx
I thought it was hilarious and had to add it. I guess sometimes even spam can be entertaining.
