Sunday, December 09, 2012
I'm finding myself a wee bit distracted. It's been 33 years, after all, since I've had an honest-to-God puppy. Never one to be shy about taking on a challenge, I somehow found myself agreeing to TWO of the little stinkers yesterday. And it was all because I'm a member of the spelling police.
(They are behind me now, gnawing on their teensy rawhide bones, which I don't hesitate for a second to use as pacifiers. Oops. Nope. Now they're both in my lap. As you can tell, they're in pretty much constant motion, until they settle somewhere like little lumps, for quite a long time. I think the term "couch potato" was invented for them, especially because they're kind of potato-shaped,)
So, this sign caught my attention as I was walking down Pinetree Road. It was right at my turnaround point, so I basically turned around and there it was.
(to be continued)