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
It usually involves lots of sun, soft padded resting areas (generally a couch or bed), counter surfing, greetings that involve walking between a human’s legs (the height of the human matters not, nor does their choice of attire, i.e. a skirt), goofy behaviors, goofier looks, flipped ears, and more affection than one could ever hope for.
Ahhh…ain’t life sweet?
I have been wallowing in trash bags. Like a crazy, doped up fool, I volunteered to run my kids’ school fundraiser this year. We sold trash bags.
Yep. That’s right. Trash Bags. In fact, these trash bags.
For three days straight I have been sitting at a table waiting for people to come by and pick up their orders. I am heartily sick of white, yellow and blue.
Need any trash bags? Call me. I can hook you up in a jiffy.
In the mean time, I might just suffocate from all the plastic. At least the blue one is big enough to bury an average size adult in.
My niece is dating a young man who chose to serve his country by joining the Marines. He was home for a couple weeks in September and she sent me this picture.
I’m so proud of him (and her for sticking by him) that I just had to post this photo.
Semper Fi!
Scooby & Sydney, tired after a long, hard day of playing together. I looked down from upstairs and grabbed the shot.
Too, too cute!
