Ridiculous Dog Tale

On Thursday, Charles brought us the epizudiac from work.  It must be highly contagious and have a 4-day incubation period, because the boys and I dropped like triplets on Monday.  While it may not seem so to you, I still have my thinker, because the bulk of the buhg rests in the throat and chest.  I probably should have kept that to myself, given the lame nature of this post.  I'm just naturally lame in the belfry parts.  But you have to be nice to me, because I'm sick.

Harvey the Ridiculous enjoyed an indoor camping venture over the weekend.  He discovered a den in the folds of a quilt and disappeared for a while.  Emerging later, he hung for a bit, which I've learned must be a genetic trait, since his cousin, BobDog, does the same thing.

Eventually, he tired of hanging and righted himself...


Crawled out of the den...


Lay down...


And fell asleep.


When he woke from his nap, he traipsed over the mountain, in search of Mama love...


And found it.

But in the last days it shall come to pass, that the mountain of the house of the Lord shall be established in the top of the mountains, and it shall be exalted above the hills; and people shall flow unto it.  And many nations shall come, and say, Come, and let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, and to the house of the God of Jacob; and he will teach us of his ways, and we will walk in his paths: for the law shall go forth of Zion, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.  Micah 4:1, 2