Showing posts with label mental floss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mental floss. Show all posts

Saturday, March 6, 2010

mental floss: where's waldo?

There's a reason why Baxter wears blaze orange when we go walkies in the evenings or he hunts in the backyard. Without it, tiny chumley practically disappears into the background, making it impossible to track him, save for jingling of his collar tags and occasional barking that our little warrior yelps when he is hot on the trail of his quarry.

This sunny morning the little kielbasa spied a squirrel on the deck, and squealed with such yearning that it was impossible not to heed his call. No time for blaze orange, we both realized, and out the door he went, as naked, almost, as the day he was born.

Yes, he's in this picture, somewhere. Can you find him?

Thursday, August 13, 2009

i poochliacci

barking and wagging,
doesn't matter what i wear,
i want rawhide now.

- baxter, 2.7 years old

It's the return of the haikus! C'mon, it's easy and fun and you know you need a break else you wouldn't be here. Nobody will get judgy cause we all love our wienuhs. 5 syllables, 7 syllables, then 5 again. But close works, or not even close at all. Just have fun cause that's what it's all about. Share the love & post 'em now.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

c'mon you know u wanna

I never got the point of poems, still don't and I'm okay with that. But take a break from the daily grind, exercise the areas of your brain that haven't been used in centuries, and share your doxie haiku with the rest of us! 3 lines, 5 syllables for the first line, 7 syllables for the second, and back to 5 syllables for the last line. Guidelines, not rules, at least here amongst friends. Hope to hear from you!