After we had been back in a while, I heard Speedy moaning and messing with the dog door flap. Usually that means he wants me to let him out. He has no problem getting in, but heretofore, he would wait until someone (me) came along to lift the flap. This morning, he decided not to wait. By the time I got to the kitchen, he was down by the fence; I left him to do as he pleased. After about fifteen minutes, he hit the doorflap and came flying in through the living room to jump on the couch and look out through the window. I don't know what that was all about, probably a squirrel that ran across the cable from the utility pole in back to either our spruce or on across the street. He has settled down now and has lain down on the sofa back with a big sigh.
I would like my niece to send me the URL for the post about the dog and the sweet potato, as it is really hilarious.
I tried to embed the video of the "Llama Song", which my sister sent to me as a remedy for earworm. The video portion is nearly as non-sensical as the song. Here's the address: http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.
Hope you all have a good day.
The word of the day for November 22, 2008 is "meander" — Pronunciation: \mē-ˈan-dər\
Etymology: Latin maeander, from Greek maiandros, from Maiandros (now Menderes), river in Asia Minor
1: a winding path or course ; especially : labyrinth. 2: a turn or winding of a stream.
Our quote for the day is from Richard Brinsley Sheridan (1751–1816), School for Scandal. Act i. Sc. 1:
You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.