Boz! No! Danger! That isn't a fork, it's an appendage of Zebritus Anglerus, aka the striped trapskirt, a sendentary predator that lures mammals with decoys of tasty looking food (and related paraphenalia.)
All I can say is that's a sweet, sweet pooch (do stripes evoke primal responses in canines?) - there is nothing like having a dog hanging around underfoot.
As bedtime approaches (ah, it's been a fantastic day), I once again thank you for your contributions.
Cliff, brilliant, but too many syllables! Dogs mostly stick with the one-syllable words. More like, "Boz! No! Bad! No fork! No skirt! No lick!"
Chieftess, speaking of beef, Boz had hamburger and rice for breakfast and dinner today. He's turning his nose up at dog food these days. John and I have become his personal chefs. Tomorrow we'll try turkey burger.
For the last year or two of Daisy's life, I used to cook a chicken breast and rice...up here, I drove to Bishop every other week to go to Smart and Final to get good chicken breasts for less!!! Foster farms no less!!!
S&F! Thank you, Chieftess, that's such a good idea. I was cooking whole chickens and getting really, really tired of it. But the vet says give him what he'll eat, and I say he shall have what he wants.
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"If you come to a fork in the road, take it."
—Yogi Berra's dog
Life can be full of mysteries ... and odors! Very nice shot.
"We eat a lot... but we don't eat PLASTIC!" hahaha
Hmmm, veggie burger. Pass.
Sometimes, a fork is just a fork. Who has the ketchup?
Chicken!!! Nope, all gone. Forketaboutit.
Dog discovers tools.
Where's the cake?
Man foot with the toenail polish?
Maybe, maybe not. I live on a diverse block.
I've heard of this fork thingy. Something about opposable thumbs.
"Where's the beef???"
You are invited to BBQ Sunday, food provided, bring own drink.
Dress code: Curtains
Boz! No! Danger! That isn't a fork, it's an appendage of Zebritus Anglerus, aka the striped trapskirt, a sendentary predator that lures mammals with decoys of tasty looking food (and related paraphenalia.)
All I can say is that's a sweet, sweet pooch (do stripes evoke primal responses in canines?) - there is nothing like having a dog hanging around underfoot.
Just a little taste, please? Just one lick...
As bedtime approaches (ah, it's been a fantastic day), I once again thank you for your contributions.
Cliff, brilliant, but too many syllables! Dogs mostly stick with the one-syllable words. More like, "Boz! No! Bad! No fork! No skirt! No lick!"
Chieftess, speaking of beef, Boz had hamburger and rice for breakfast and dinner today. He's turning his nose up at dog food these days. John and I have become his personal chefs. Tomorrow we'll try turkey burger.
For the last year or two of Daisy's life, I used to cook a chicken breast and rice...up here, I drove to Bishop every other week to go to Smart and Final to get good chicken breasts for less!!! Foster farms no less!!!
S&F! Thank you, Chieftess, that's such a good idea. I was cooking whole chickens and getting really, really tired of it. But the vet says give him what he'll eat, and I say he shall have what he wants.
Petrea, I'm surprised at you. "No fork", "No skirt" and "No lick" are all two syllable words.
Touche, Cliff. Or I should say, too shay.
they DO stink, and also stain the sidewalk. but they sure do form amazing canopies.
Alex, you get out of that time machine RIGHT NOW and go outside. It's a lovely day under the jacarandas.
That was god. Any more?
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