Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Thursday, February 28, 2008
WHAT WE SAID
First we vowed she would never become a house dog. Then we let her in but firmly stated we would not allow her on the furniture.
We're the same way with our two dogs and the two cats. As a matter of fact, some days you can't find a place for a person to sit because the animals are lounging!:) (Not to mention when they think they should sleep with you at night)
But they're just too sweet to kick outside all the time.
She looks so comfortable, how can you not let her sleep there.
ReplyDeleteThey have a way of getting you to forget what your rules are, don't they? LOL
ReplyDeleteWe're the same way with our two dogs and the two cats. As a matter of fact, some days you can't find a place for a person to sit because the animals are lounging!:) (Not to mention when they think they should sleep with you at night)
ReplyDeleteBut they're just too sweet to kick outside all the time.
LOL! awww! he looks like my lab, pouncer. none of our two dogs are allowed on our couch. what a softee you are!
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maria
They kind of have a way of getting what they want don't they? :)
ReplyDeleteJust WHO'S the boss around there??!!!
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