Can y’all stand another Mama-story, one with no mention of a bat, I promise?
This happened on a Sunday back in the summer, and the reason I’m telling you that is because it’s important.
(What’s more important is that Mama has been very selfish in allowing me access to her blog. Don’t tell her, but I think she’s embarrassed over the story I’m about to tell — as well she should be!)
Happy Happy Birthday to the cutest little senior dog in the world!!
A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book. ~Irish Proverb
There once was a Sheltie named Dallas
Who thought he lived in a palace.
He ate and he slept,
And became most adept
At banishing signs of malice.
Bet you missed me, right?
Well, I’ve missed you all, that’s for sure, and it’s high time Mama let me take over her blog!
Mama is up to her eyebrows writing and web designing, so I volunteered to provide today’s post.
I didn’t tell her, but I know you’d rather hear about me anyway because it’s been a while.
I told mama it’s been far too long since I’ve had my say in this spot, but she didn’t seem concerned. Probably too busy thinking of far-away places and good times … without me.
I’ll show her. I know the password, and I’ve got things to say.
Exercise — you’re doing it wrong!
Dallas here. Betcha missed me, right?
Dallas resting amid dropped magnolia blossoms after a walkie
Recently, the dog-walking service called Rover contacted Mama, suggesting she write a post on the etiquette of dog-walking. Huh, like a human knows anything about that!
So I skooshed Mama off her chair and said, “I got this, girlfriend!”
Dogs know ALL about walkies. It’s you humans who don’t know how to walk us without letting us become a nuisance, so listen up:
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart. ~Khalil Gibran, Lebanese-American poet, writer
Well, not here, exactly.
More like on the lam. Fled the scene.