No matter the name. It will be interesting to discover what happens when I lace up my bowling shoes. After two months of no practice, having a bowling ball in my hand could prove to be dangerous for anyone near me. Perhaps it would be wise to wear a warning sign.
Things are interesting at my house. I've been dog sitting for both my kids this week. Even though the dogs do generally fine, in loyal doggie fashion they always listen for "Mom" or "Dad" to come back and take them home.
Ever vigilant, Brady watches the door.
Tinker Bell does, too.
And there's one other critter at my house who also will be extremely pleased to see Mom or Dad arrive.
They eat my food and scavenge my litter box. The scent of cat poo breath is making me gag. When will those filthy barking beasts go home?
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I had to laugh out loud at this. Our cat has been taunted by a chipmunk outside the window all morning. Every time we leave, the cat cocks his head as if to say, "Are you coming right back?
Stay away sign sounds better BOL
Snorts,
Lily & Edward
Ah, yes...ye ole litter box as an appetizer bar. Gak! As to the bowling, good luck! I like to bowl, though I've never been any good at it.
Just when I think your pictures are worth a thousand words, I read your pithy prose and am entertained all over again.
Poor kitty! And blech kitty poo breath.
Good luck with the bowling.
As much as I love puppy sitting for my son, he has a lot of energy (border collie). I'm getting used to having a petless home these days.
Ann
I'm sure Bogey subscribes to the philosophy that houseguests are like fish. Do they start to stink after three days?
I'll bet Bogey was thinking, 'Go home! Now!'
Sounds like it really is critter alley over at Critter Alley ;) Cute pics, laugh-out-loud commentary. Enjoy fall bowling, Pat.
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