Torso Boy! Gung Ho, Uncle Joel!

He was really open for business early this morning. It’s like quarter past five and I haven’t had my coffee yet but I’m wandering around getting dressed – and no sooner do I put the revolver on my belt than he runs to the door…


…stump of a tail wagging madly, ready for action. Usually he’s only intent on making sure breakfast happens ASAP but he seemed sure I was going to go off and leave him early in the morning like I did yesterday. Guessing he decided that preempting that if possible trumped breakfast…

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4 Responses to Torso Boy! Gung Ho, Uncle Joel!

  1. Anonymous says:

    Can tb make it through that doggy door? Looks like a tight fit at best.

  2. Joel says:

    No, that’s made for the cats I no longer have. Also he thinks doggie doors are part of a school of black magic to which he is not an initiate.

  3. Ben says:

    Dogs are masters at manipulating their human “masters”.

  4. beaner49 says:

    No more stuck at home Tin Man , Let’s go for a ride….

To the stake with the heretic!