This past week #PlaidShirtGuy made so many of us feel better, and I considered doing the Sunday post on him. However, that would mean having to look at He Who Doesn’t Deserve To Be Named, and that’s just not right on a Sunday morning.
Instead, feel the fuzzy love.
Nobody standing behind Agent Orange seemed all that enthusiastic. One woman was yawning. They removed plaid-shirt-guy and two of his friends, but they could have cleaned house. I guess those folks are all getting tired of winning.
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All three were making some faces, and that just cannot stand. 😂
They may just decide to put flags behind him, or staff, just to be safe from now on. It’s getting harder to find enthusiastic idiots.
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“He Who Doesn’t Deserve To Be Named”? Brenda are you talking about me?(he asked jokingly).
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Not this time. 😉
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Whenever I give Marlow the Golden Retriever a belly rub, he gets a blissful expression on his face as if he is already in Doggie Heaven.
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I love that expression. That alone can make me happy.
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One of my longtime musician friends used to have a female cat which just absolutely loved the sound of a soprano recorder. When this friend would play her soprano recorder, her cat would purr loudly and rub against her legs and meow and meow and meow.
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Luke loved when I would hum “Fur Elise.” He’d roll around on the floor with this happy, peaceful look on his face.
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Many years ago, I saw a female cat trying to clean up one of her kittens with her tongue and give the kitten a bath but the kitten didn’t want a bath. The kitten wanted to play. The mother cat finally got so frustrated with the kitten that it growled at the kitten to hold still and held it down. The kitten protested because it still wanted to play and it didn’t want a bath. This reminded me so much of a human mother and one of her children that I almost started laughing.
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Awwwww!
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