"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Friday, February 26, 2010
Irb is better all the time and thinks he is 100%, though he still has a month on house arrest before he can run loose. (WE are a bit battered but that will be another story-- he nearly broke Libby's ribs the other night).
When he is running we will give any benefactor who requests it a photo of just that!
Meanwhile BB approaches the hood dubiously as part of his conditioning.