Take Me To Your Leader
I heard this two-minute bit the other morning while walking the Savage Beast. We were in the middle of a small field of over-grown grass, the usual a.m. jaunt, and I couldn’t control the giggling. He stopped, tilted his head and looked good and long — looked at me as though I was no longer his owner but rather a being that had just stepped off the mother ship.
This post was added on Thursday, June 05, 2008 by Tom Swift at 06:16 and is filed under Dog Days.
"Any idiot can face a crisis. It's day to day living that wears you out." -Anton Chekhov
