Over the weekend I noticed a brightly colored whistle on the hutch and I asked Mrs Jude if she wore it when walking Ziggy in the early morning hours. She said "no". End of story? well, almost.
Monday very early in the morning, like we're still snoozing in bed, well I was anyway until she placed her hand on my shoulder. Waking up right away I thought it was going to be a morning delight start but no, she was just trying to stop me from making snoring noises so she could hear clearly.
Coyotes. A fairly good size pack were yelping in the next neighborhood behind us. It's not unusual to hear them around here. We are in coyote land.
About a hour later Mrs Jude marched into the bedroom to announce she and Ziggy had the stick AND whistle with them on their walk.
I told her "that's good" and now I won't worry when they go walking in the break of dawn with her coyote stick and whistle! Or should I?
Monday very early in the morning, like we're still snoozing in bed, well I was anyway until she placed her hand on my shoulder. Waking up right away I thought it was going to be a morning delight start but no, she was just trying to stop me from making snoring noises so she could hear clearly.
Coyotes. A fairly good size pack were yelping in the next neighborhood behind us. It's not unusual to hear them around here. We are in coyote land.
About a hour later Mrs Jude marched into the bedroom to announce she and Ziggy had the stick AND whistle with them on their walk.
I told her "that's good" and now I won't worry when they go walking in the break of dawn with her coyote stick and whistle! Or should I?
and there's no way am I going to tell Mrs Jude that the whistle touched Ziggy's little richard either!
6 comments:
LMFAO! bwahahahahaha
hahahahahah
u so funny!
OMG! ROFL
Thank you for my morning giggle!!
nice.
thanks for coming over and wishing us well :) i have added your page to my blogroll. have a great day. poet.
Having a whorizontal, world view is as good as your 88ish years, girl. And then you'll be Divinely Judged, as we all must do. Even me. I'm no saint, yet, I have my sights set on Heaven where I hope I'm going. Botha youse apparently see only the BUTT end of the joke. May I givest unto thee, my just and fair liege, my fantasy about the Great Beyond? HEAR YE! O HEAR YE! Wanna be at my BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy celebrating our resurrection for eons and eons in Heaven Above, girly? A profusion of peace, eternal plethora of paradise, palm trees, 72ish degrees, fuzzy-navels, point-blank, passion-in-primetime, pink, picturesque-portions-we’ll-possess, delicious-and-nutritious perennial pleasures, too, without price, nor pride, without passwords, nor plastic, nor pretext. You’re more than welcome, girl; you’re definitely invited - God’s calling you through this sinfull mortal. Whether you respond YAY or NAY is up to you --- God only gives bawls to those who see the need for humility, Miss Indelible. God bless you.
little richard? dork.
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