The other evening I was doing all things wedding on the computer and I hear Barry talking in the other room. Pretty soon I hear couple quick yells and some more soft talking. I finished up what I was doing and found Barry on the couch watching the Mariner’s game with Sydney snuggled up next to his leg. I asked what all the yelling was about and Barry informed me that he was explaining to Sydney that a strike had been called and he needed to inform Sydney what a strike was. I secretly think Barry just wanted a reason to yell STRIKE!!
Speaking of Sydney, she is a l-a-z-y dog. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but she seriously is. Last night we were watching our Netflix and she posted up in her usual position, but as we got up and moved around she decided that wedging into the quilt was going to be the best way to finish her day. She didn’t even want any of the licorice Barry was offering her.Lazy, lazy, lazy.
Some of us just don’t love licorice.
Dear Larry,
Maybe it’s time to consider reading another blog for non-licorice lovers. I don’t think we want that bad karma floating around here.
Cock-a-poo’s love licorice. Karma doesn’t float.
🙂