My dog and I love oxymorons, and on our walk this morning, we remembered another one:
Political Representatives
We find this kind of humor WRY -- and funny -- funny as hell.
This is a photo of Roobie when she was twelve years younger, in her prime of life. Now she is old (91 in human terms) and gray (like her mum), but she's still catching scents and chasing them down, and when she finds something, she barks her head off. She is a pointer. A short-haired pointer. Like her mum.
No comments:
Post a Comment