Gone to the Dogs

When you hear the phrase "dog's life" what do you see in your mind's eye? I see the three lazy ones sleeping on the pillows of my, excuse me, their bed. Coco, with her fat belly positioned for the odd tummy pat. Mojo and Xana curled up in a hand-knit shawl. The only thing that disturbs them this morning is if I make a move to eat something. Then they are alert and on the prowl for handouts.

Work continues to press down on me oppressively. Hence the scarcity of posts. Two and a half more weeks until it's over. Unless I make a break for the Canadian border before then.

Hey, I have my passport. It could happen.

LSW