Hardy Har Har
Me:Knock, knock.
You: Who’s there?
Me: Lettuce
You: Lettuce who?
Me: Let us in, we’re freezing!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!!! Remember that joke? I loved it as a kid and now that I’ve actually got lettuce growing in our gardern, I’m sure Barry’s going to love hearinig with increased frequency.
I wish I had a knock knock joke to go with this picture of our new location for Blueberry Grove. Isn’t it delightful? I think we need a sign to alert our guests to Blueberry Grove. I just like the name Blueberry Grove.
This is a picture of our resident cowboy. I’ve always wanted my very own cowboy and now I’ve got one that lives in my garden. He’s everything I’ve always wanted in a cowboy….whatever that means.
Sydney isn’t really sure what to think about the new lettuce, location of Blueberry Grove and the mini HB cowboy. As far as she can tell, the blueberries are no longer accessable to her lying down and that is just about enough to make one little Pug angry.
Maybe I’ll tell her a knock knock joke that I know.
The Very Best of Friends
When Sparky is around Sydney becomes a very different dog. Gone are the five hour naps, the lap-neediness, and the interest in the every move made by either myself or Barry.
Instead she fixates on Sparky trying to entice a game out of him by hitting him with her left paw or body slamming him with her tubby rolls. He ignores her for the most part, but every so often he’ll rally enough interest to sprint around the yard letting her chase. If Sydney is really lucky, Sparky will chase her and all her badgering will have paid off.
When Sparky left Sydney started whining and barking at his getaway car that was headed back to Camp Janet. It was really sad, but now she’s back to her five hour naps, lap-neediness, and interest in our every move.
Poor little pup.
