This blog is filled with the frivolous, often strange and sometimes demented ideas from my caffeine induced overactive imagination.
YOU have been warned.
Yeah, that's where mine are right now--and I'm the one who's been sick. When I die, I want to come back as my dog.
Seriously, that is the life to have. Get your belly rubbed. Sleep all day.And fart. My dogs know how to clear a room.
LOLOLOL!My dogs all go roaring outside...then the little one comes roaring back in. It's cooooold out there.
heheh...I have had to toss Miss Kitty out the back door on many cold mornings. The other morning I accidently tossed her into a snow drift. It was small, I swear. She climbed out before I could get a picture. Yeah, I did leave her in there to get my camera. But it was only a foot away. I didn't leave her out for like five minutes. I'm not that mean.