A Little Off Topic

 I like ice. I like it in my soda and my milk. I like it in my freezer. I do not like it on my porch, my steps, my car, my driveway or in the backyard where the dogs do their business.Yesterday poor Flurry unintentionally went ice skating across the yard and couldn't stop. Our backyard is on a slope thus giving the illusion that she was skiing...minus the skis. With her legs sprawled out and her tubby little body unable to come to a complete stop until she got to the bottom. I broke my back (insert exaggeration here) digging out a spot for the dogs to do what they needed to do. I suppose they appreciate it in their own canine way but one can never know for sure.

I am reading a book by Merrill Markoe called "Walking In Circles Before Lying Down". In this book the character's dog talks to her. What a novel idea (yes, pun intended.) The book left me to ponder what my dogs might say if they could talk.

"What is her problem? Eating paper is part of a nutritious breakfast."

"What's with all those sparkly dangling things? She's only got two ears."

"Doesn't she understand I have to pee on every tree, every bush, every single blade of grass? It's called pee mail. Duh."

(After I get home) "She's back! She's been gone sooooo long! Bark,bark,bark,bark,bark"
(After I come out of the bathroom) "She's back! She's been gone sooooo long! Bark,bark,bark,bark,bark"
(After I go out to get the mail) "She's back! She's been gone sooooo long! Bark,bark,bark,bark,bark"

"Scratch right there...no, there...right there...yessssssssss."

"I love you even though you're weird. You are my human and you belong to me."