Frozen solid
Home cooking explained in one phrase: “Why does fried fish taste so good and smell so bad?”
Life is filled with such mysteries. Why does the dog need to check the front yard at three in the morning? Why don’t I have the same sense of responsibility? And what about the birds? They’re here early and they stay late. Speaking of the birds, I was gobsmacked at the photo of a local hummingbird feeder, frozen solid. This morning. Did I open the calendar to the wrong sheet?
The crazy train continues to roll, down south. Now the argument has taken a philosophical bent. Why wouldn’t the Main Man be able to pardon himself, when he’s done nothing wrong. Parse that, if you will. Let Siri have a go at it. There’s got to be a logical explanation. No? Well, what about historically? No? Not even from the times of Mad George Three? Insanity, huh.
A public service announcement. If you see a dog, in harness, with a vest that declares it to be “working”, don’t stop to ask about the job description, or the pay rate. Take it as a polite request to ignore the animal. Yes, it knows that “you are a good boy”. Gets that feedback, all the time. In your case, be a disinterested observer. Let the hound continue to do what serves the master/assistant pairing best. Please and thank you.
That goes doubly for a horse with an armed officer astride. Go read a book about the animals that assist, and then get back to your regular life.
