We have taken over the play structure on the big dog side of the bark park.
The long legged doggos have met their match.
This day will be long remembered.
The long legged doggos have met their match.
This day will be long remembered.
Comments
And David’s David shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of sisters;
For she to-day that scares tall dogs with me shall be my sister; be she ne’er so vile,
And corgis everywhere now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their corghoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint David’s day.
This day is called the feast of David:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse her at the name of David.
Will yearly on the vigil feast her neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint David:’
Then will she strip her collar and show her scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on David’s day.’
But she’ll remember with advantages
What feats she did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in her mouth as household words
Susie the Super, and Midge the Mighty,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
I’m emailing the engraving company.
I ruled over a beagle this week in their own house and stole their rawhide.