Thursday, October 28, 2010

Hound in the hoosegow

This dog looked after Bibi and me so forlornly as we passed by him, all locked up in the 'hoosegow.' If you're not familiar with this word, which my grandfather loved to use, check out its meaning right here.

Note: He was in there with some workers, who were painting the interior of what will probably be a small shop.

THROW DOWN YOUR ARMS

 Lying just like this, not arranged by me, was this arsenal of plastic weapons in the park downstairs. A momentary truce most likely, but I ...