On this day in 2002, I took a nap....
Lassie, come home.After his beloved beagle mix, Edna, disappeared on Halloween night, Bill Whiting did what any dog owner might: He offered a reward in posted fliers around the neighborhood and anxiously waited for a call, When the phone rang, however, the news was not what he was expecting."He said, ‘Mister, I got your dog. You don't believe it? You want me to hurt it so you can hear?’ I pleaded with them not to hurt the dog," Whiting said of the caller, one of several kids who he recalled has a "young voice" and apparently is holding for ransom Edna, his canine companion of more than 12 years.The distressed dog owner said the boy threatened to kill Edna if he does not hand over a large sum of money; he already had offered $500 for the canine's safe return.
and then you followed up with a joke in the next day's posts about me and tuna sandwiches.
It is one of my not so secret shames as a professional musician that I find Mozart largely vapid and unaffecting. A few others I know have shared their similar feelings with me--I know it's shocking, but there ya have it.
.....mine is much bigger
Personally, I prefer the mice.
Amazing!I can't even remember what I posted about on the previous page of TODAY's posts!
Jeanne, if only our mice had stayed in the basement, but then that isn’t where I stored the food. I purchased a lot of Tupperware during the mouse invasion.
The cats were doing a fine job, when they were awake, There were just too many mice. We would be watching tv with the cats and the three dogs, all apparently sleeping as we watched the mice walk across the room.
