(dems don't bite...)
{FQ sidebar: THAT is another story altogether, involving a mini van, a cross-country trip, E, and the state of Tennessee.}
{FQ channeling Phrodaux: That is also another story of HIS altogether, which may or may not be told here. WWGGPS besides "enough is enough and too much is shitty"}
This is one of those "both of us" posts, or another way of putting it is "Phrodaux is just typing some crap down and the Fairy Queen will perdy it up"
Let's start, shall we? begin.
(one is not quite ripe, can you tell?)
One has (kinda) figured out what goes where and how to get mommy and daddy to dance like puppets on strings. The other still can get mommy and daddy to dance like puppets on strings, but maybe less intentional.
(for those keeping score the green one is not quite ripe)
Is there any other display of happy springtime that outshines new plant growth than a small white (green) dog ecstatically rolling on his back sun warming his wiggly belly? yes. there is . A small white (green) dog ecstatically rolling on his back sun warming his wiggly belly on freshly mown grass, thus turning said ecstatically rolling small white (green) dog slowly from an ecstatically white upturned wiggly dog into a ecstatically green upturned wiggly dog.
Mo is ten months old, slightly green, and smells of nori. Nubie is 10 months and 10 years old, mostly white, and smells of sweet nice dog (but let's let the definition of sweet nice dog remain fluid). Any predictions for the trouble they will get into this summer? Or, better yet, at "beginner" dog obedience class, which starts in one week?
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