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
She's waiting for me to give her a treat.When she sees my truck, she's always waiting by my opened the door. She is my friend's pup on her name is Annie
What's the pup looking at?
ReplyDeleteShe's waiting for me to give her a treat.When she sees my truck, she's always waiting by my opened the door. She is my friend's pup on her name is Annie
DeleteGood doggy!
ReplyDeleteI hope you had a treat for her.
ReplyDeleteAh, she knows who her friends are!
ReplyDeleteI thought she was avoiding getting in in case you were headed to the vet.
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