Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone.
Lucy was using my blanket to dry the dishes. We now have very secure dishes!
Goodbys always make my throat hurt... I need more hellos.
If you can't beat 'em, cooperate 'em to death!
Can't you see me as king of the Hereford ranchers, Lucy?" "Oh, I can see you, all right... I can see you riding out on your beautiful palomino checking the herd... There you sit, silhouetted against the evening sky... Sucking your thumb and holding that stupid blanket!
That's the only dog I know who can smell someone just thinking about food.