The Omen Would Have Been Better with Chows

She labors under the assumption that Rottweilers are highly intelligent.  Based on patient observations of the new one next door, I am not quite ready to award big IQ points just yet.  The thing barks at the sound of his own pitter patter of toenails.

In other (crap) news, this getting old thing is over-rated.  On the yay side of the ledger, the countdown to Irene begins shortly.  Irene 2012 III

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