Thursdays are the day Sheryl and I walk on the bridle path that is the border between Hollywood Riviera and P.V. There are many people and dogs populating this path in the morning. I've learned to overcome my inherent fear of dogs, at least the friendly looking ones. Now, I hold the top of my hand out for sociable dogs to sniff, (thanks for that tip, Dog Whisperer!). Today, a man was running with his two dogs, one big and one small. The little guy was trotting along in the lead with what I thought was a big chew toy. I wondered if he might drop it and let me throw it for him. As he came closer, my eyes adjusted and I realized he was proudly hauling a dead squirrel in his mouth. I think Sheryl and I must have processed it at the same time; we turned and gave each other the 'ick' look. Even the owner was shaking his head in disgust at his dog's treasure. No wonder dogs have such bad breath!
I'm glad to read Lilly's tales from London. It sounds like she is meeting a lot of people and getting out quite a bit. I suppose some day she'll give a few details regarding the 'other' education she is getting by going to some classes.
This morning, Bud told me I'm like grass-fed cattle; soft on the outside and tough on the inside. These are the compliments I get. It beats a comment from a couple of weeks ago when he looked at my 'wake up do' and called me buffalo head. He is such a romantic!
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