What dog doesn't love having gutted soft toys balanced on his head?
If Buzz didn't like ripping their guts out so much, he'd have more to chew on...
Robert relaxes by the pool: sort of.
As close as I get to "sunbathing"
Despite this look, he made me some very fine meals including marinated steaks on the Vice President's grill (one of two--oooh, luxury) -- yum! At night we could hear the music from the Duchess County Fair (oh boy, Foreigner!). Alas, my idleness is over: classes (and departmental meetings) start tomorrow. The autumn arrives with a shock every year.
Whose Veep to we skweep of?
The VP of the college where Bertie works.
forever immortalized on the internets....existing long after the pyramids have crumbled.
mercy boo coops.
if i were savy with the internets, i would have inserted a Marge Simpson hmmmm....
but alas I am not. I just typed a note on my Baby Hermes...yes, the same model Tennesee Williams gave Marlene Dietrich during World War II.
Internet savvy is over-rated: people expect you to do things if you know how to do them. I should have learned long ago to give a puzzled look and a vague shrug in order to get out of work. Competence can be very dangerous.
Might I offer this lovely site for new chapeaus for ze dog? Perhaps he will not chew his toys when he's been so humiliated:
Oh dear, those are quite some hats!
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