(Frd) Afloat, I dropped in the histrionic doublets. They tripped against the drops: wishing that bone-dog wasn’t reading all of that fancy literature, living vicariously through the adolescent neighborhood kids, all while being televised for the pre-adolescent mind in order to get them to purchase library cards for the price of $0 (+ late fees). Long overdue, this twas cancelled by the death of who: literature, or the bone-dog? Not one person knows but Mr. Peebee & Mrs. Ess. Great Scott, you are the nicest boy I’ve met with that name–that’s why I called you “great”.
Frd’ing is a lifestyle. Okay, here we go:
We babysat a poodle for an hour the other day. His name is Oliver:
Look at him lounging like a boss. And look at me grinning like this:
Thanks to Mary & Peter for letting us hang out with their pup!
pugs & shrugs,