As I'm cooking, the dog has a tendency to sit right outside the entrance of the kitchen.
His head is tilted slightly to the right, one ear cocked. His face has a half begging, have demanding expression that I swear says "Where's my cut?"
The cat usually sits on the floor just beyond the dog, staring at his back with a fairly stern expression (for a cat, anyhow), that says "God, you're pathetic."
A friend sent an email asking if I had writers' block (due to all the pics I've been posting lately). I replied with a resounding no (which is kinda hard to do with email).
I am actually writing quite a bit these days, but I am not posting what I write due to the nature of what I'm writing.
It's a bunch of "life-is-cruel" malarkey.
Yeah, we all know life is cruel, no need for anyone to be reading my perspective on it.
