Guest Post by: Nerone, the dog
She Who Must Be Obeyed was giving me a hard time….. She was the one who put the nice, freshly ironed linen pillow cases out. They smelled so good. I wasn’t supposed to lay on them?????
I’ve been outside all day, guarding the property. It’s time for me to rest.
Boh! I’ll lay where I want. She’s too busy setting the table and fussing around.
Boy, it doesn’t look like much food. But she says they are just having drinks and people are coming. Richard is coming (I like Richard) and everyone is going out. Man, I hate this time of year. They are all the time running off to sagras and festas and people’s houses. You know it finally gets warm enough and stays light a long time but they start running off places and I have to stay inside. Maybe I’ll just go throw-up on the bed. That’ll teach them not to leave me at home.
Hmmm, this end or that end?????