At my age, I feel fairly comfortable dispensing sage advise. Yes, I feel that I’m so darn wise by this point that people could actually benefit from this wealth of wisdom I keep stored. Lucky you!
After watching too much television, flipping through too many articles on the Internet, I decided to share this little pearl from the bowels of my brain:
Do not trust anyone whose name you’d feel comfortable bestowing on your pampered poodle. The same holds true for Jack Russell terriers – Skippy is not someone you want guiding your day to day activities. He’s your hyperactive racquetball partner. If they wanted to be trusted, they’d change their name to something you’d name your St. Bernard or Corgi. Mr. Hubert Bigglesworth inspires trust and would probably bring back that ball you carelessly tossed into the middle of the yard.
I hope this helps you make it through your Monday.
Beth – is this your way of telling me that when I come to see you again you’re going to have a Mr. Hubert Bigglesworth running around your back yard?
I saw the BEST bumper sticker the other day – it said: If I wanted to hear the pitter patter of little feet, I’d put shoes on my dog.