Wednesday, July 26, 2006
When I was nine
I met my first basset hound. This was our family's dog, Napoleon. Circa 1967. He was a sweet boy who lived to be about twelve. He was my first big crush. He wasn't as good of a kisser as Bongo. But then, who could be? This photo was taken in my grandparent's back yard, dunno who the other dog is. click on the photo and you'll get a good look at the boy.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Please don't look at me that way
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Lana follows that last one up
everyone is all hot on how cute my brother is. well, let me tell you, he is a total idiot. he can't even speak English and everyone wets their pants every time he cuts a fart like he just did algebra or something. I have just about had it. Two weeks locked away in the mountains with someone dumber than a post was almost more than I could handle. And it's pathetic the way my Papas fawn all over him in that sing-songy way, "Rickey Bear" this, "Rickey Bear" that. "Sickening Bear" is more like it. Anyway, i hear Dad coming, gotta go. Lates.
Bongo really enjoyed Big Sur
he liked to just lay on the couch and look at the ocean. sweet lil guy.
i'm not saying that I'm not nuts, but fyi: the living room was painted while we were on vacation and everything and everyone had to go out of the room. And Bongo had never been to Big Sur before. And he is all happy because he thought he'd never go on another vacation with us. silly dog.
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