The Impersonator

I'd like to start off this post by talking about something entirely different. This is very important. I want you to listen carefully.

I miss you. I do. I used to be able to read all your blogs. I used to feel in touch with your life. I haven't forgotten you. I haven't. I'm just so busy that I've been neglecting you. But don't think this will always be a one way street. Oh no, I'll be back. We'll be reunited.

And it will feel so good. (sorry, I totally had to go there)



Back to the impersonator. This is Gingerbread my sister.

She likes to lay in the gutter and make the cars passing by think she is road kill. We just smile and wave to reassure them there is not a dead beagle in the gutter.



Oh Ginger, as a sister I feel I must tell you that this position you are in isn't the most complimenting. You look a bit wide. A bit sausage-like.

I never understood how this dog feels comfortable in the gutter. Inside the house she refuses to even sit on a cold floor. She only sits on carpet, a rug, your lap.



This is Gingerbread impersonating a seal. Do you see it?



You'd think she ran a marathon with as exhausted as she looks. Only.. you know.. maybe she's not the svelte type of marathon runner.



This is Gingerbread interpreting a pig. I swore I saw some just like this at the county fair.



I think I should introduce Ginger to Charlie. It'll make her feel young and energetic again.

Do you have any pets?