Yesterday when I got back on Blue at the elevator, he happened to see his own reflection in a picture window while I was saying my goodbyes to the owner of the place. His head went up, his ears went perky, and he started nickering... to his reflection! I could hardly tear him away. I'll bet he was thinking, "Dang, that's one good-looking horse."
Blue makes me laugh in so many ways.
My dog Sadie is hyperactive with a capital "H". I'll be in my recliner watching CSI or something equally fascinating, and she'll bring this rope-toss-chew thing of hers and nudge me with it. If I ignore her for long, she'll drop the nasty, wet-with-saliva thing in my lap and put her chin on my knee, hoping against hope that I'll have a change of heart and play with her.
Cliff says next dog we get will be a nice, lazy basset hound or
something similar. You know, a dog that will lay around in a corner
yawning all day long; a dog more suited to the lifestyle of a couple of
Funny thing, around 8 PM, Sadie turns into a pumpkin. She goes to bed early, and can't even be induced to go potty before 6:30 or 7 AM next morning. I suppose all the hyperactivity of her days wears her totally out for the nights.
Sadie makes me laugh in so many ways.