No matter the name. It will be interesting to discover what happens when I lace up my bowling shoes. After two months of no practice, having a bowling ball in my hand could prove to be dangerous for anyone near me. Perhaps it would be wise to wear a warning sign.
Things are interesting at my house. I've been dog sitting for both my kids this week. Even though the dogs do generally fine, in loyal doggie fashion they always listen for "Mom" or "Dad" to come back and take them home.
Ever vigilant, Brady watches the door.
Tinker Bell does, too.
And there's one other critter at my house who also will be extremely pleased to see Mom or Dad arrive.
They eat my food and scavenge my litter box. The scent of cat poo breath is making me gag. When will those filthy barking beasts go home?