Notice I have no witty title? My brain is tired. Lately, I've been very interested in forts. I ask to have a fort made of the couch cushions at least once per day--it seems to drive Mommy and Daddy nuts. Oh well. I do need something to do.
Here I am pondering. I'm pondering why my blog has turned into a cat-filled propaganda machine. What the heck? I just don't get it. We have another animal, called a dog. His name is Cassius. I've heard he's cute.
Grandma, do you know of this dog, Cassius? What? You've heard he has sharp teeth and barks? Hmmm, sounds interesting. I may need to investigate.
Holy cow! He does have teeth and look at that vertical. Not too bad for an 8 year old hound.
Sorry Cashy, I mean 56 in dog years. Yep, I know math!
Cashy and I enjoyed the last of the winter snow about a month ago. He LOVES snowballs and would eat them until the snow was gone.
I loved feeding them to him. He wagged his tail in appreciation. Can't wait for more snowballs next year, Cassius. There. No more stinkin' kitty propaganda. Take that, Miss Kitty.
1 comment:
Somehow your parents have managed to turn Cassius into a mean, growling bear in that one picture. I would definitely write more about his and your adventures to make Ms Kitty jealous!
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