Dallas here.
You’ve missed me, haven’t you?? Mama’s busy now that The Kid’s home, so once again, I’m commandeering her blog.
Because today is special. Can you guess why??
Dallas here.
You’ve missed me, haven’t you?? Mama’s busy now that The Kid’s home, so once again, I’m commandeering her blog.
Because today is special. Can you guess why??
The average dog is a nicer person than the average person. — Andy Rooney
You know that sinking feeling you get when you realize you’ve stepped right in the middle of a pile of dog poop?
Well, it seems some communities have found a way to crack down on nuisances like this.
“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.”
—Josh Billings (a.k.a. Henry Wheeler Shaw; humorist and lecturer)
I am your dog.
You chose me as a pup. Paid good money for me. Took me to your home.
And, while you never promised to love, honor, and obey me, you did promise to care for me.
Feed me. Exercise me. Pay attention to me.
You haven’t exactly done that.
Dallas here.
Mama’s taking Grandma out of town for a doctor’s appointment, so I’m in charge of her blog.
Why not? I know you’ve missed hearing from me!
My friend John Howell challenged me to write about my first dog, something I’ve been reluctant to do. But, armed with a fresh box of Kleenex, I shall give it a go in hopes enough time has elapsed to do it justice….
Dallas here.
Just wanted y’all to know Mama’s not the only snake-killer in this house. See for yourselves:
P.S. Mama wanted you all to know that snakes really can get in your car, like when it’s parked in the garage overnight. She confirmed it with her car dealership. Now who wants to see something like that pop out as one is zipping down the highway??!
Price is what you pay. Value is what you get. ~ Warren Buffett
Many years ago, when Domer was just a lad, he and I went to a store to buy a toy for the new Sheltie who’d come to live with us.
When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a manner that when you die the world cries and you rejoice. ~Indian Saying
Darling Doggie Dallas and I took a walk the other day and stopped to chat with one of my old neighbors beneath his walnut tree.
Now, before you accuse me of being ageist, he’s going to be 98 on his next birthday, so I think “old” is an appropriate adjective, don’t you?
An Easter tradition at my house is an egg hunt for Darling Doggie Dallas.
Like so: