Sunday, October 16, 2011

Deep Thoughts by Ole Gray Beard.

Oh hey, mom. 

Really? Why you wanna take my picture right now?

I'm a little bit tired because you just made me run a few miles with you.

Well actually, I trotted. That didn't count as running in my book. You're kind of slow.

But was enough for me to lay down for just a quick second.

But wait! What is that I smell? Squirrel? My ball?! A cat?

Nope. Nothing important. Nothing worth holding my head up for.

Wait! Did I hear something?

Oh, it was just you calling my name. Don't stress me out like that. My beard is gray enough already.

If I cock my head all the way to the side will you give me a t-r-e-a-t? 

What? You think I can't spell. I'm on to your tricks, lady. I ain't stupid, ya know.

Nope. I am one smart cookie. You're lucky to have me. 

And don't you forget it.

Alright, I'm done with this little photo session. Can we go inside now so I can curl up on your my bed? 

How about you just wake me up when it's time for dinner?

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