Wednesday, September 2, 2015

to judge a journey



always look to the starting point.  Momma says we still have miles to go....


THIS IS SOOOOOOOO WRONG on so many levels I can't even...

OH MY DOGNESS...

Bah!

What the woof?

And number 4???? !!!!!! For real???

It is dated 1963..."WAY before MY time" says momma.  Where the heck was HR? You know, human -resources???  When I see caca like this, I am so grateful I was born a Bichon.

Time? A crushing human concept. It negates spontaneity.  It creates artificial stresses and it is meaningless. But it is the only way hoomans measure their day.

What the heck is a "curler"???????

I will give them number 3, It is my nature to be sweet, I am a Bichon you know.

Number 4....What is this HE caca? Are all bosses "HE"?    Not ant my house.  Not in my lifetime... and if "he" were to ask me out "he" would be facing some serious harassment charges...

Hoomans. Momma do you have any more of these cards??? Wait, maybe tomorrow, my tender heart can only take so much ....


'vie

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