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This is what happens when you don’t live with Loving, Caring, People like the Geezers.
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Yeah, it’s just another excuse for Geezer to post a picture of the stupid power lines.
It’s very nice that you got me a license plate for my car.
Now buy me a car.
The Geezer walked down the road, in his bathrobe, to take a picture of the Sunrise.
I followed, just to make sure the mice stayed away.
Do my eyes look scary in this picture?
Hillary Clinton wrote a crowd-pleasing book “Dear Socks, Dear Buddy: Kids’ Letters to the First Pets,” in which she claimed that only with the arrival of Socks and his “toy mouse” did the White House “become a home.”.
After they left the White House, they gave the cat away.
Apparently there was not enough room for a cat at the new Mansion.
While I was making my coffee before dawn, I could see it was going to be an award winning sunrise. I had a few minutes so I got my tripod and went outside with the camera.
Spudder greeted me as always and then tried to show me where her food is.
“Not now, Spudder, gotta take a picture”.
Notice how the early morning sun turned her coat to gold?
Oh yeah, here was the Sunrise. I didn’t manipulate the color at all.
Can you see the 2 red-tailed hawks on the poles?
(left side of the near pole, right side of the far pole).
When I first went out, they were both on the closest pole, side by side.
Looks like a scene from The 300, doesn’t it?
Here’s one I snapped a few minutes later.
Notice the green artifact at the right, I guess it’s lens flare.
Spudder has invited her two Redneck Intellectual Cousins from the Far North Iowa to be Guest Bloggers.
They will be checking in soon.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
Kick back and relax, that is.
I’m just sitting here on top of Geezer’s truck, looking for tender little bunnies.
Maybe I should go to New Jersey, I hear they have some delicious birds there.
I like hanging out in this old wooden wheelbarrow.
This new puppy is kind of annoying.
Notice the indoor cat hanging out on the porch. .. Beyotch.
I like to lay on my back and scratch the inside of the cart.
Scratch me right there, Dude.
Since my buddy Lipstick keeps checking this blog, I guess I should post a few things.
The Geezer enticed me with food then jammed me into a box and took me to the Spay & Neuter Clinic. They made me smell some nasty stuff and when I was asleep, they shaved my belly.
How Degrading.
The next day, Geezer comes to get me and says “They said you were already Spayed”.
Dude, I could have told you that!
