Next week, I guess we’ll be singing the blues. The song? Ivy Doesn’t Live Here Any More.
Daughter and her family are ready to reclaim their goldendoodle, the granddog we have been keeping for them since before Christmas. No bad backs, no snow or ice on our roads, no sick grandkids. In other words, we can’t come up with any excuses to keep her longer, darn it.
It’s going to be tough for Dearly Beloved. Like Batman losing Robin… even though Robin will be returning to her band of merry men (three fun little boys!) in this case.
Yes, I know I’m mixing my tales.
Are you thinking that Miss Piggy is out there, too… enjoying the fresh air and the company?
Guess again. She’s by the kitchen door, on Crumb Patrol. She was groomed this week. Does she look thinner, after her hair cut?
Get ready for this. I’m going to show you why we call her Miss Piggy.
No way is Miss Piggy going to follow that wheelbarrow.–unless it’s filled with dog treats. Even then, she’d want a ride.