The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Flop-eared Beggar
Twice a day, our dumb dog gets his "cheesey". It is a special treat of usually a 1/2" x 2" peice of plastic-wrapped cheese with his seizure medication-phenobarbital-wrapped into it. By his reaction I would bet its an addictive substance. He came flying in so fast this time when I asked him "You want your cheesey???" and hit paws first into the oven so hard that it knocked his ears back! Stupid!
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LOOK AT THAT WOE BEGONE EXPRESSION! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WEEKLY GRAPH?
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