where it all began
Ah, the golden days when I was so small I could slip between the fenceposts. Those halcyon weeks of biting the shit out of everyone's hands and ankles, barking all night in that particularly high-pitched squeak, and running the vet bills up to nosebleed level. God, I miss those Hallmark moments. Doesn't this photo just capture the whole "please...please...just let me go" vibe?
posted by ambrose g. millard at 10:59 AM
2 Comments:
This post doesn't make me think of Ambrose, so much as a coworker of mine who pronounces the word halcyon as "hal- kiy - on." It always annoys me. Funnilly enough, he *does* say it often enough for it to be annoying.
Wow ambrose, you sure were a looker in your younger years :)
( you still are )
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