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Kessa bought a muzzle for The Boyfriend’s dog because he had nipped at another dog when they were playing. It turned out to be too small. She thought it would be funny to see what Baby would do when the muzzle was put on her, even though it was much too big.
I don’t think she liked it…
Yet, this didn’t keep me from laughing hysterically when I saw this picture. Does this make me evil? Perhaps.
On to other things.
I think it’s weird that the person in, or close to Dublin, California that checks in on me regularly did so immediately before someone in Dublin, Ireland looked in.
I am the kind of person that derives immense pleasure in curious, wacky, little coincidences like this. I should have been a statistical expert, that way I would know just exactly how tickled to be.
Here I am waving at you, person in Dublin, California… HI! OK, I guess I should wave at the person in Ireland, too, but, they’re not a regular, so I won’t be quite as enthusiastic. Hi! (Not in all caps, yet still heartfelt.)
I am also going to take a minute to wave to a bunch of other regulars that I don’t know who are. A lot of the same people check in regularly, but I know most of them from comments and email back and forth. However, there are some that have been looking in on a regular basis for a very long time and not ever letting me know who they are. (Cue the spooky music)
OK, lurkers, you know who you are!
Someone in West Jordan Utah, someone in or around Dallas, Texas, Jarrettsville, Maryland and Melbourne, Australia.
Well, there are more, but these are the only ones that are on the Live Feed right at this moment. Once again, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, if you want your time in my, er…limelight(?) just comment and let me get to know you!
This particular post is one of those that’s a work in progress. I have added to it twice now and I don’t know when it will feel finished.
Regular readers are probably wondering what exactly would constitute a “finished” er, “work”. Shush. I could easily make a series of statements that flow together seamlessly and form cohesive thoughts and feelings and you would NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT WEBSITE YOU HAD STOPPED AT.
So this is how I roll.