It was a GLORIOUS Sunday in Cali. Auntie T was out in the yard making it look respectable even though the DROUGHT has nearly killed off the grass and some of the less-hardy plants. Molly was wandering around looking for something. . . TROUBLE, I think. Me? I was sitting in the shade SUPERVISING as only a PUG can do.
Suddenly, something FLASHED by my periphery. . . something smallish and golden . . . something. . . some. . thing. . . EDIBLE! Cousin E had walked out side with a bag of GOLDFISH and was tossing a couple Molly's way. Well, I tell you, my reclining was OVER. There was FOOD to be had and I was gonna HAVE it.
I sat there looking prime and proper. . . that lasted half a second. Then I whined a little - just for attention. That didn't work. So I slyly started going through my repertoire of TRICKS hoping to find a FISH in my mouth. IT WORKED!! All it took was a sit-UP and a small stand and the fish was MINE.
Which brings me not so ceremoniously to HAPPY THING # 45 -
GOLDFISH and not the kind that swim in ponds. . . although they are pretty nice too. . . but not to eat. . . I would NEVER do that. . .
