Beau had an exhausting day and here he is sacked out on Dixie's pillow.
Dixie is being very good about this.
She is waiting, patiently, for this upstart interloper
to get the hell out of the house.
I took Dixie on a special walk today - just the two of us.
She appreciated that.
Dixie is being very good about this.
She is waiting, patiently, for this upstart interloper
to get the hell out of the house.
I took Dixie on a special walk today - just the two of us.
She appreciated that.
See that little zig zag on the left side of Beau's face (Beau's left), right above his nose?
Middle Hawthorne had him over at a friend's house and the friend had a pit bull and the pit bull grabbed Beau in the face and did that damage to him.
Poor Beau.
Beau still goes up to Dixie, tail wagging, wanting to play, and every time, Dixie meets his overtures with snarls, growls, and barking. Poor little Beau. When will he learn?
Will Dixie ever accept Beau?
Middle Hawthorne had him over at a friend's house and the friend had a pit bull and the pit bull grabbed Beau in the face and did that damage to him.
Poor Beau.
Beau still goes up to Dixie, tail wagging, wanting to play, and every time, Dixie meets his overtures with snarls, growls, and barking. Poor little Beau. When will he learn?
Will Dixie ever accept Beau?
Now, this is funny.
I received this hand delivered invitation from a neighbor the other day.
And I was happy to get it. Really, I was.
But Geeze... I'm invited to a party to which I need to BMOB, bring a freakin' LAWN CHAIR, cook FOOD for, and PAY for the BAND, for cryin' out loud!
And this is a party?
Heh... Mr. Hawthorne asked, "Do we need to RSVP?"
Then after about a millisecond, he started laughing.
Really hard.
Some people just don't know how to throw a party.
Sad.
You know, when I have a party, I ask my friends to bring just one thing - an appetite.
Let's take a vote.
Who says I should go? Who says nay?
Just curious.
I received this hand delivered invitation from a neighbor the other day.
And I was happy to get it. Really, I was.
But Geeze... I'm invited to a party to which I need to BMOB, bring a freakin' LAWN CHAIR, cook FOOD for, and PAY for the BAND, for cryin' out loud!
And this is a party?
Heh... Mr. Hawthorne asked, "Do we need to RSVP?"
Then after about a millisecond, he started laughing.
Really hard.
Some people just don't know how to throw a party.
Sad.
You know, when I have a party, I ask my friends to bring just one thing - an appetite.
Let's take a vote.
Who says I should go? Who says nay?
Just curious.
Mr. P says PDQASAP.
ReplyDeleteWhat the hell is a "Heavy Appetizer"? Is this some highfallutin new fangled term?
ReplyDeleteNo way. Do not go. I have a friend who does this every year at Christmas for her open house. Not only do you have to bring food, you have to bring alcohol or other drink of choice. I played along until two years ago when I realized I was being duped! Besides, the party was never that fun anyway. Stay home is what I say.
ReplyDeleteBoy things are slow on Shrike Central, huh? But I do so enjoy reading your blog now and then. I cannot believe how you cook! It's awesome -- good for you. If I ever retire, my hope is to be able to cook like that all the time.
Bring your own lawnchairs? Not a problem.
ReplyDeleteBYOB and food? Some people just don't know how to entertain graciously, and at least you know there will be one drink and one food item there that is tasty.
Pay for the freakin' band? No effing way. And I'd bet that the "band" is really just buddies with someone involved in throwing this party.
Go the party, take some of your delicious food, make your own personal tablescape (don't forget your chandelier), fail to share your food and drink with others, and demand that the band play a Sousa march.
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