Mr. Peabody will sometimes just wander about the house taking a lick here and there in the hopes that the bathtub or the curtain has turned into cheese.
What I really admire about Mr. Peabody is just how deep and true his hope runs -- from your tales, it sounds like he doesn't always give up after a single lick; sometimes he'll just eat the entire thing, on the off chance, no matter how long it takes, that the
next
bite will be cheese. And apparently there's no substance so unpromising that he will reject it out of hand. He's got pluck, that dog.
Randomly, dog #1 came over and licked my foot once, sighed heavily, and laid down on his bed. What's with the sigh, man?
See, your foot probably smells better (to a dog) than it tastes. Kinda like Playdough is for kids.
He's really funny when there's something on the stove. He starts sniffing the whole house looking for the thing that smells good.
I am SOOOO FRIGGIN' COLD this morning. Dammit! I hate cold. It's one of the top three reasons I left Michigan.
t just returned from basking in sun
t in Michigan
::narrows eyes at Aims::
::kills her with eye laser beams::
I am SOOOO FRIGGIN' COLD this morning. Dammit! I hate cold. It's one of the top three reasons I left Michigan.
It'll be OK Sean, I'm sure wildfire season is right around the corner.
I'm sure wildfire season is right around the corner.
It's already started here. [link]
Just had the funniest conversation with our Director of Finance.
I saw a Buffy clock on her desk so we started chatting about Buffy and All Things Joss and I mentioned being a member of "an online community". Turns out? She's been a lurker since Tabletalk!!
