Gone Walkabout
Mister B, our 16-year-old dachshund, went missing for two hours yesterday.
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Mister B, our 16-year-old dachshund, went missing for two hours yesterday.
There’s nothing like self-induced medical anxiety to make a weekend drag by.
I owe my readers a health update, so here goes …
What’s that they say? Never read the comments? One of these days I’ll learn.
Give big space to the festive dog that makes sport in the roadway. Avoid entanglement of dog with your wheel spokes.
What are your plans for tonight?
It’s a crock, all of it. Settle down, all right?
I’m fine with Biden’s pardon of his son Hunter.