Such a beautiful Sunday calls for getting outside and.......well I was going to say do yardwork, but I think I shall run to the store and then come home for a 2pm nap. Better hurry!
ciao'!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
the dog has it
Sitting here at the table, checkin' out the web, building knowledge, developing brain cells, and munching on a piece of fried chicken. All the while Cooper is sitting here staring at me. It is not his brown eyes that tug at my heart, it is the four-inch drool hanging out from the sides of his mouth. I think he really would like the chicken bone. Now he's telling me about it. I believe he is wailing for all the starving dogs in China. Such a sad but sweet song. But he ain't gettin' the bone. "leave it" "leave it" so what does he do? Why he goes over to the counter where the plate of chicken is sitting. He does not "leave it" there....he stands up on his two hind feet and sticks his nose into the plate to pick out the perfect leg. Ahhhhhhh....I love being a grandmother to a dog.
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Now, I know you haven't slaved in the kitchen making fried chicken like my mudda done. Must be the Albertson's stuff, but it's really good too once in a while. Mudda woulda gave the dog a bone. At least give him a chunk of meat.
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