Well, it’s Thursday, so that means it’s time for the normal (naaah -- nuthin’s ever *normal* around here) standard (naaah -- too milspeaky) usual round of Friday Non-Cat Blogging. Ummmm -- at least until the SBB collectively ODs on *cute*. Fat chance -- they're made of sterner stuff. After all, neither Barb, nor BCR, nor FbL have swooned over *me* since -- uhhhh -- since -- errr --
[sound of 120 watt incandescent bulb bursting into illumination]
-- well, since they ackshully *met* me. [Time to drag that pic out of the darkness! - the Armorer]
Hmmmmmpf.
Anyway, everybody’s seen that “Everything I Learned, I Learned From My Dog” bit, right? You know, the one that starts with “Always turn around three times before you lie down,” “It’s not a real kiss unless it’s wet and sloppy,” et cetera, et cetera?
Today’s edition is “Stuff You Learn From A Puppy That Has Real-World Applications.” Such as, "Vinca looks like violets but they're not as tasty."
Today's lesson continued below (you're *not* getting off that easy)...
· Leashes work both ways.
· Just because somebody bites you on the butt, it doesn’t mean they *don’t* like you. It could just be a teething issue.
· Acorns. Bleccch.
· Being born with a set of Wusthof paring knives for toenails is a big help when you’re climbing up dad’s leg, but they’re not much good when you’re trying to get on top of a row of Belgian blocks.
· Having big feet is cute until you want to walk along the top of a row of Belgian blocks. Or until you have to pee. Especially if you’re still on top of the Belgian blocks.
· If you absolutely *must* stick your foot in your mouth, don’t forget to lick between your toes.
And, most important of all in these stressful times,
· At least once a day, grab a few minutes to stop and eat the roses.
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