Bring Me A Five Pound Rib Roast Or Else
TICKLE-YOUR-HEART: I roared about this considering the two dogs I have in mind would hysterically fit this mold.
"THIS IS NOT A JOKE, if you ever want to see these people again, bring me a 5 lb roast in a plain brown bag. - The dog." This was on a doormat, I intend to purchase. Laughter is good for the soul and fills the home with a special warmth and feeling of security and belonging.
Snickers and Shorty are miniature Yorkies. One is a lover and a romantic of endless warmth and emotion. He barely tips the scale at four pounds. The other is an independent discretionary sole, who acts like a one dog convoy protecting all that is in his domain.
As nighttime comes upon us, their love and concern continues until all is quiet and they have said their good nights. But heaven help when their instincts kick-in ... or the wonderment of their sensitivities to our tears, our pain or just our old cranky self.
I would gladly surrender and give my cuties each a 5 lb rib roast ... but, I'm afraid they would explode. I don't need anymore messes to cleanup. So I guess I'll break down and give them a rib roast flavored crunchy.
Copyright 9/01/05 cgh-CeCe Day Hill, Jane Doe Chronicles (c) All Rights Reserved
Copyright 9/01/05 cgh-CeCe Day Hill, The Jane Doe Chronicles (c) All Rights Reserved
"THIS IS NOT A JOKE, if you ever want to see these people again, bring me a 5 lb roast in a plain brown bag. - The dog." This was on a doormat, I intend to purchase. Laughter is good for the soul and fills the home with a special warmth and feeling of security and belonging.
Snickers and Shorty are miniature Yorkies. One is a lover and a romantic of endless warmth and emotion. He barely tips the scale at four pounds. The other is an independent discretionary sole, who acts like a one dog convoy protecting all that is in his domain.
As nighttime comes upon us, their love and concern continues until all is quiet and they have said their good nights. But heaven help when their instincts kick-in ... or the wonderment of their sensitivities to our tears, our pain or just our old cranky self.
I would gladly surrender and give my cuties each a 5 lb rib roast ... but, I'm afraid they would explode. I don't need anymore messes to cleanup. So I guess I'll break down and give them a rib roast flavored crunchy.
Copyright 9/01/05 cgh-CeCe Day Hill, Jane Doe Chronicles (c) All Rights Reserved
Copyright 9/01/05 cgh-CeCe Day Hill, The Jane Doe Chronicles (c) All Rights Reserved
posted by The Jane Doe Chronicles | 11:32 PM
1 Comments:
Hi emily santiago ... Thanks, appreciate your input. Look forward to hearing from you aagain.
Jane Doe
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