Good morning all you moms & pops and cats and kittens. (Tag line from Gene By Golly Barry from WING Radio in Dayton OH back in the 50's) It's a beautiful day in The Villages. Time 6:45 AM - Let grumpy out (1 dog named Patience) to do her business and take fuzzy (Teddy) for his morning walk. Other street walkers stop and go oh ahhhh such a nice dog. What is he? Thinkin here - Geesh he's a frickin dog what the heck ya think he is. These people must be
old and forgetful because they ask me the same thing every morning. I happily say "His name is Patience, I mean Sadie, Holy
I mean Teddy." They say "She's such a pretty girl." I say "She's a HE!" Well sorta. How about an IT. They laugh. OK have a nice day. Geesh - Have a nice life ya mean. Maybe they'll get swept up in the moment and relocate to the midwest. No hurricanes there lately.
Walks done and Teddy is back home wanting his treat. Good boy, now go hide under my bed. I've got water aerobics.
8:30 AM By dogs - c ya in a few.
10:15 AM Home from physically abusing my old body. Walk in the kitchen from garage and am greeted by Teddy. Then I step on something sharp.
Clear plastic piece of some sort of container. Then more pieces. YOU
YOU ATE MY BROWNIES. They were on the counter. Wait a minute - Didn't I just go through this recently with apple mini bites on a paper plate? And what about my prescription sunglasses Teddy used as dental floss.
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To Be Continued I'm Sure