It’s been TWELVE (12)!!! years??! Holy cow. In spite of all the special dogs (Feargal, Fergus, Fred, Roux, Sascha, Bosco,
“After some interminably loud defending the walls of the castle, HIM the Roux comes inside and complains for 15 minutes to us churls about Townes very existence in the Royal Orbit. Part of the Complaint revolves around the undisputed Treasonous Conduct of us churls in Divers Huggings and Walkings and Flauntings of the Dangerous Interloper …” | Read more after the jump …
Because so much has been messed up and unstuck during the first half of this god-awful year, I just discovered
Did you ever have one of “those” years? For me, 1993 was my, as the Queen said, “annus horribilus.” But
Portrait: His Imperial Majesty The Roux throws the Royal Snit Fit, leading His Court in vocal protests against All This
Mr. Goose is on his way to a nail trim and latest shots. He’s always up for a ride. Meanwhile,
Goose loves when the sun goes down, because it makes great reflections off the phone, which is his MOST. FAVORITIST.
Bosco came home today. He now takes his place next to Bayley, Feargal and Fred. Thanks again to Lap of