Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.

Saturday, December 16, 2006


Last night Shelby found the box where I keep my earrings.

He took some into his bed for further investigation, and kindly allowed the puppies to dispose of the rest. I`m still finding them here and there. Yes I have been watching Shelby`s....end product for anything unusual. No, he`s not been seen wearing them. After all, they`re for pierced ears. He has a tattoo already, but I draw the line at piercings.

Thank goodness we take a different shoe size
Well, you know the old joke "what do you call an Italian suppository" - Answer "an innuendo". This could be 'earsay.
Well, there's one in every crowd.

Too bad it's the one you were hoping to send out to stud ...
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