My Colleague

Her people where out of town, so Lulu and I had a chance to catch up, make plans, dream big. She is really a remarkable poodle.

Sleepy

Tired.

Hiccups

I've got 'em.

These photos were in my inbox this morning. At first I took them at face value.

A matador

a unicorn (or something)

and a couple of chickens.

But upon closer inspection

I saw an angry pug

a humiliated pug

and two pugs pleading to a human for some sort of explanation.

Maybe I'd like to go to France, not that anyone asked

It is not that I wouldn't like to post more often but I have ridiculously short fingers, even for a pug, and I type about 60 WPH (words per hour). I am not above accepting help with the job of updating this blog but my most reliable helper, my domestique if you will, was in a place he calls, "par les vous francais," eating a special cheese he calls, "Fromage." He's back now and he starts every sentence with "In France..." He has no idea how tired we all are or hearing about how "this is better in France," "that's better in France." Well, he has an idea now because he is typing this for me.


Here is a French dog or "chien" that my biographer thought I might like. I do. Great looking dog.

Sweet Corn

This year's corn is as sweet as ever but the niblets are a bit smaller then last year's. I fear some of the farmers are seeing more green than yellow and selling their sweet corn for ethanol.

But still, maybe this sweet corn should have been sold for fuel. Please direct you attention to Kitty's eyes.

RIP

My neighbor Casper passed away last night. She was a sweet little cat.

Lulu

A lovely dinner last night with Lulu and some of her handlers. Menu: Salmon, baby greens, mashed potatoes with fresh garlic. Maybe the garlic wasn't such a good idea.