"I don't understand why you waste all that money on carbon fiber and titanium bikes when you could own the cadillac of velos!"
"I don't understand why you waste all that money on carbon fiber and titanium bikes when you could own the cadillac of velos!"
Do you remember, when we met? That's the day, I knew were my pet." I think of that song every time I remember the day I met Juno.
"Hello Mr. Wild Dingo! You seem like a cool guy. Will you be my best friend forever?" "Pop! Say it isn't so! Don't fall for this little pest's cuteness!"
Since we arrived in the 'hood, Ludwig and his two sisters have been asking their parents for a dog. Marita, Ludwig's mom and mother of two girls, plus 2 pet rabbits, had grown up on a farm and knew the responsiblity of a dog was heavy. All of her children are accomplished in school and various activities […]
I don't get it, but this little gal Mona sitting beside Retardo, seems to have picked him as her new BFF. Swear to Dog. Loki has accidentally plowed her down once or twice running around like a fool, but she only sees her BFF acting silly. In the long run, they're good pals and Loki does pay her the […]
While we're on the subject of my faux-paws, I thought I'd add another. In May, I posted about an Alpine herbal plant called Dent de Chien. I tried to research an entirely different grass called Chiendent because our walking friend Sylvie with her dog Mona, mentioned it often on our walks. But all my Internet […]
Internet, did you notice my big faux-pas in June's post on the Secret Garden? My walking pal Sylvie (a smarty pants English teacher for French-speaking Swiss) pointed it out to me and I didn't bother correcting it. Instead, I thought I'd defend myself. In the post, I hastily wrote the name of the trail that I walk as "Sentir des Truites," […]
That's right. I'm reposting this same 'ole boring photo as I posted a few days ago and using it as July's masthead. Because I'm dedicating the rest of this summer to getting high again. Well, at least one more time.