It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
Well..., what can I say. We do tend to spoil our dogs around here. We have no excuses. This couch has been taken over by our canine companions and we let it happen.
But look at him. How could I tell him to go lay somewhere else just because I want to sip my coffee and read my book at THAT end of the sofa; the end with the reading light and the pillow.
Ok Moke! You don't have to rub it in my face. I know your the man. Sweet dreams dogface!