I keep thinking of these and just never get them written down. Here are some new ones:
- Mom is not a very good anchor. When I see a squirrel I think I can get, I tend to drag her down the street with me. Didn’t she get the memo to just let go of the leash?
- No, I don’t want in. There are squirrels out here that need catching!
- I just don’t get enough Big Red Chair time lately. What’s up with that?
- It’s called blowout, Mom. Just keeping brushing.
- That’s snow in the yard; that’s Husky hair.
Thanks,
Sascha