Whoa The Things You Can Think
Dargo is pining for the park, but it's raining, I have no car, and it's a busy day. Three nails in a very small coffin. But every time I step over him to go anywhere in the house other than my office he gets up and follows, hoping beyond hope.
This time it was the whistling tea kettle that drew me into the kitchen. And this time, my inner monologue went the way of Bill and Ted:
Chill forth doggie dude, for your time is not yet upon you.
I blame a night of dizzying dreams.
This time it was the whistling tea kettle that drew me into the kitchen. And this time, my inner monologue went the way of Bill and Ted:
Chill forth doggie dude, for your time is not yet upon you.
I blame a night of dizzying dreams.