Why, if were all wiener dogs our problems would be solved.
Just a thought.
I admire dogs. They "live in the moment." They sleep. They run down the street. Not a lot of time is spent wringing their paws over woulda, shoulda coulda.
It's turned into a less than refreshing week-end. (Though after sleeping about 18 hours I should be good for a while.) And I'm going through one of those phases where I find myself quoting The Brave Little Toaster a lot. Not sure what that means. I go through Godfather phases, too. And The Royal Tenenbaums. But, for now, it's Toaster time.
|"Get ready, you devil dogs, because the master bebop blaster of all time is about to give you a soul injection!"|