107 degrees outside, 50 degree air coming out of "twizzles vent".
Okay! I'll admit that there may be global warming. But, I'm not about to admit that it is in any way my fault!
Dedicated to remembering how it was “back then”, and Tales about the Eel River Valley, and the wisdom of the people that live there. With a big emphasis on; “Language has never been about correctness, it has always been about communicating”. We live in one small bubble of place and time that peace is thought of as ideal, we should revel in it! We cant judge what happened in history by who we are now.
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And sweet too!
Twizzle is so cute! What kind of toy does she have in her mouth? It looks like it has a couple of legs.
Yes, a couple of legs and two pointy horns. No face, just a red ball. But, the most important thing that it has is a "squeeker". She likes to make it squeek.
She will take the ball outside on the hill and play with it until it "gets away" from her, then she chases it down the hill and brings it back. If nobody will play with her she entertains herself. She will even toss the ball in the air and catch it if she gets really bored. But, the best thing that she does it deliver memos. Like When I send a note with her to my wife to bring more coffee.
Twizzle likes her squeaky toys just like my dog, Alfie. He likes to "talk" to us using different pitches of squeak!
Sorry, a cat person, myself. Much to the chagrin of Ladyfriend
So, tell us, Ernie: When a suspicious package trips the alarm at the shipping store, what do you do first, hmmm? Or is it for Rotarians' ears only?
(Cool dog, by the way.)
I'm clueless, why don't you tell me?
What a pretty dog you have! My dog eats the squeaky toys; he seems to think that his task is to kill the squeaky part.
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