A Re-Blog, But Can You Blame Me?

Before I start, let me tell you that they were groomed to within an inch of their lives before these were taken, though you would never think so.

Molly & Toby.

Do we not have the cutest dogs in the world?

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Apologies for not replying to comments.  Spud was sick, the Hub was sick, I thought I had gotten away with it, but no…

Headbanging is not all it’s cracked up to be.  Throat HURTS.  Queasy does it.  Supposed to be Christmas food shopping today.  We’ll see.  At least I’m getting it out of the way; I had flu one Christmas and spent the whole day in bed.  Not nice.

Don’t worry about me: it’s man flu with a dollop of self-pity on the side.

To make up for my absence, I have scheduled a post with pictures of my dogs.  Can’t say fairer than that.

Enjoy your day, you healthy lot.

Joke 267

Thanks to Miss Whiplash for this one.

A father asked his son, Little Johnny, if he knew about the birds and the bees.

“I don’t want to know!” Little Johnny said, bursting into tears. Confused, his father asked Little Johnny what was wrong.

“Oh Pop,” Johnny sobbed, “for me there was no Santa Claus at age six, no Easter Bunny at seven, and no Tooth Fairy at eight. And if you’re telling me now that grown ups don’t really have sex, I’ve got nothing left to believe in!”