At the beginning of winter, my dog takes one look out the front door, and decides that he doesn't really have any pressing business to do. I shut the door and then he goes to the back door, just to see if maybe it's not snowing out there. About then he gets sent out, against his doggy will. I get a dirty look.
A Novel Woman, AKA Pamela Patchet, was unwittingly born and raised in Toronto instead of Paris. She worked her way from A&W carhop to political advisor to advertising executive where, on any given day, she was called upon to soothe disgruntled clients, cajole temperamental artists, juggle multi-million dollar budgets or locate trained penguins for television commercials. She married a handsome dentist for love and a lifetime of free dental care, raised three kids, and established a freelance writing career, not unlike her earlier jobs, minus the penguins.
7 comments:
Oh Buddy - I feel the same way...
Can I take Buddy with me through the snow to work tomorrow? :-)
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At the beginning of winter, my dog takes one look out the front door, and decides that he doesn't really have any pressing business to do. I shut the door and then he goes to the back door, just to see if maybe it's not snowing out there. About then he gets sent out, against his doggy will. I get a dirty look.
LOL That first photo is priceless!
OMG I love that first look. That is the dirtiest look I've seen from a dog in a long time. *g*
Hi Pam,
That's definitely a "Little Britain, USA, If you loved me you'd do it" look!
He is gorgeous
LUV, Kathy
Now I have that dog's voice in my head!
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