Thinking conspiracy theory, Foster Dog wonders if there is a sinister connection between “swine flu” & “when pigs fly.” End times material?
After patiently waiting for snow for 2 days, Foster Dog brands local weathercaster as charlatan. Hours practicing flake-frolicking wasted.
New cushion for old doghouse. Foster dog insists on breakfast in bed.
Made the mistake of mentioning that this was Dead Day on campus. Foster Dog hopeful that this refers to squirrels.
Hearing a faint, moaning wolf-cry late last night, I asked Foster Dog, “Lonely?” “No,” she replied, “but now you’re here – Jerky Treat?”