Barkley, the black Labrador retriever, a breed I'm partial to having a neighbor's chocolate lab over here about eight to ten hours a day (at least), lays the wood to socialism.
Hey, it's your choice, Henry Hazlitt or Barley. Either way socialism sucks.
Hey, it's your choice, Henry Hazlitt or Barley. Either way socialism sucks.
I spent a good three hours at the beach. I expected to spend a half
hour, but suddenly the cloudly skies cleared and three of the four
children found pals to play with and we were there nearly three hours.
They had sun screen, but I didn't.
Now I'm lobster man. But at least, against my wife's advice, I have Tangueray and tonic to keep me buoyant. Three so far today.
Ah, the summer agonistes of a teacher.
At the beach Beau, the choc lab, tried to hump the humongous Leonberger named Izzy. He hasn't succeeded in nearly eight years. My other dog, Ruby, the Paris Hilton of the golden retriever world, spent the time fishing in the rocks where yesterday the kids had me pull out a hulking 35-pound snapper.
I wanted to kill it with my Taurus 85 snubbie, but my sensitive animal lovers would have been scared for life.
Now I'm lobster man. But at least, against my wife's advice, I have Tangueray and tonic to keep me buoyant. Three so far today.
Ah, the summer agonistes of a teacher.
At the beach Beau, the choc lab, tried to hump the humongous Leonberger named Izzy. He hasn't succeeded in nearly eight years. My other dog, Ruby, the Paris Hilton of the golden retriever world, spent the time fishing in the rocks where yesterday the kids had me pull out a hulking 35-pound snapper.
I wanted to kill it with my Taurus 85 snubbie, but my sensitive animal lovers would have been scared for life.
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