Blissed out
Seen here enjoying the final remnants of one large rawhide bone, ignoring the plaintive cries of the miniature Australian Shepherd off to the left who is currently taking out her frustration on the basket containing all her toys. As if destroying an item that ought not be destroyed is somehow showing him what's what. What is it really showing him? How good I am at yanking her leash.
Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- Bedtime, Leta lingering defiantly in the hallway. Jon: "If you want fart stories, you better get in bed RIGHT NOW."
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
