My parents’ dog, Skippy, is very good at getting himself into a pickle. This particular pickle took only a couple of minutes to achieve and resulted in great embarrasement for poor Skippy who doesn’t want to have his picture taken and will not look at the camera . . .
. . . alas, poor boy, he had his picture taken because us annoying humans think he looks so silly. And now it is time for a grooming, another embarrassing event. The pains of being a dog.
As for what happened to me? I’ve been having some, errrr, let’s say, “difficulties” lately and haven’t felt like posting. I’m going to start writing regularly again, for therapeutic reasons, if nothing else.