Instead of being bitter that on this, the first day of spring (or maybe that's tomorrow?), it's the coldest it's been in a week, I'm doing that half-glass-full shizz I'm famous for. Temperatures may be low, the wind frigid, and spring far, far away, but the sun sure is pretty.I'm off to Johnson to have dinner with my friend Margaret, hopefully at the Winding Brook, but if not then (god forbid) at the Hoob.
Happy weekend!
Good god that dog is handsome!
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts exactly, Mojie. Dashing was the word I had in mind--even if apparently he is at times too lazy to lift his leg before peeing. I don't think even Paul Newman could have gotten away with that.
ReplyDeleteI think that is one of the things I love most about Abe. It's like he is too distinguished to lift his leg. That is for mere dogs. He is a king.
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