Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Everyone needs a rock




At first I was afraid of the rocks in my backyard. I stalked them, barked at them, but then I investigated them further and found that they were scardey cats and would cower to my very existence. So I conquered the rocks in my yard. I sit upon them and look out over the yard to find new thing (i.e. worms, leaves, birds) to play with and explore. Everybody needs a rock. Not just any rock. I mean a special rock that you find yourself and keep as long as you can maybe forever.

1 comment:

Marcello & Chicco said...

We don't have rocks. Woof woof! This is like canine abuse. Can you send me a helpline number? We are not spoiled enough and I want to tell on my mom. But later - I think she's coming, and I'm not supposed to use her computer. See, another example of the abuse we get!

Chicco