Who says little, white, fluffy, city dogs aren’t athletes — I hiked 6 miles yesterday on a really hard steep trail!
To Tweet or Not to Tweet
I meet a lot of guys and I gotta say, I’m a bit fuzzy on ‘The Rules’ these days. How long does one wait after a meet and greet or a first date to ‘text’ him—how about ‘im-ing’ and ‘ichat-ing’? Does ‘friending’ him on ‘facebook’ say I like you, but we’re never, ever having sex? Is following someone on ‘Twitter’ the same as stalking?
I say it makes no difference at all… Men are men, they’re pretty basic when it comes down to brass tacks and respond to attention of any kind whatsoever. So tweet, text and im away!
Shhhhh!!!
Oh my gosh, got laryngitis—how is that possible in June, I ask you!—oh yeah, had to deal with the two scraggly yappers down the hall and lost my voice yelling at them. I’ll be back as soon as soon as I can speak.
Eating Well With Others
I know you cats are athletic and can jump from high shelves and catch mice and all, but just watch me beat you at licking this bowl clean of chicken? Ready set go.
Separated at Birth
I can’t believe how much I look like Jane Fonda’s Tulea.
Only I don’t do bows, I do balls.
She said ‘we’ had to cut back
She said ‘we’ had to cut back, and it’s come to this.
A sink and a raggedy sponge.
Since when did ‘we’ mean just me? I’ve seen her new haircut,
and between us, there’s no way she cut it herself.
The Roxie Wag 