An interior monologue from me (and sometimes the wife).
- First, I have to say O-H! (That’s one of the reasons this post is later than usual.)
- The “temporary” dog at the cushion she lies to sleep on. And now we have to listen to her complain (i.e. bark) if the shreds that are left aren’t arranged perfectly. If possible, she’s more of a diva than her owner.
- And, speaking of eating things, we had an ice storm overnight; but I can’t apply anything to the drive way and sidewalk to melt it since the “temporary” dog eats anything and everything. I just have to chip and scrape what I can.
- And last , I have to say I-O!