"What do you want?" I asked the hound as if I didn't know.
I went to the refrigerator, got out the can of whipped cream, and pfffted a jaunty little dollop in his dog dish. The one-time gubernatorial candidate of Virginia was a little depressed over his loss. Despite the fact that I had done my best to cheer him up the previous day by taking him for a long, leisurely walk in the fall leaves, Ray was being a bit mopey. I figured, whipped cream makes everything better.
Ray slurped up his treat, meandered over to his chair, climbed laboriously up into it as if he were 100 years old in human years and curled into a tight little miserable ball.
Obviously, my dog doesn't take rejection well.
|sigh. Who cares about fall leaves. |
I thought we were going to live in a mansion.
|If I were governor, I'd make giant scary birds illegal.|
|Why, oh why, doesn't anyone like me!?|
You're just too honest for politics, Ray. Cheer up, that's a good thing! We love you :)ReplyDelete
I don't know about that. Watching him root around in that woman's purse gave me a whole different view of the candidate.Delete
We don't just like you Ray, we luurve you. you would soon be bored by politics ! and Jean would not want to clean a mansion :)ReplyDelete
Oh that is so true. Downsize. That's the way to go.Delete
If I had known that Ray would have made giant, eye-pecking birds illegal, I would have voted for him TWICE!!!ReplyDelete
Ray, think of it this way...in the governors mansion you are not allowed to sleep on the furniture!!! Even if you hold the office.ReplyDelete
As governor, that would have been the first thing that Ray would have changed. He is not buying your argument.Delete