“notice the dog’s tail wagging, the sound of the dog’s feet clicking on the pavement, the clouds of breath coming out of your dog’s mouth on a cold day”
— Joy Rains, from “The stress secret: 12 ways to meditate – without actually meditating” (The Guardian, Feb 9, 2023)
Video of Wally Walking. VOLUME UP! Thank you Susan.
hello friends, wally here. happy christmas eve. i’m trying to lift the spirits here, where its a bit heavy, but not sure how to turn up my cute any higher. mom got teary eyed about dad’s youngest brother lorne who died on christmas eve 3 years ago. dad who doesn’t forget / let go of anything, stared blank faced, and walked away. with this giant hole, and dana (DANA!) being away, and that we haven’t seen eric since she left, and rachel and andrew sleeping till 11am, its very quiet around here, so i hang out and wrestle with sully, my brother. dad told me to say brother and not uncle, nephew, cousin or some other nonsense that mom keeps spewing, like she knows. dad went out on his walk this morning, came back with a chill, still chilled, worse than damn antarctica he called it. it sure must be cold in antarctica. i found the warmest vent in the house in the main floor bathroom so i plopped right down on it and took a nap. mom said i’ve got more presents than anyone, and so many from dad’s work friend caroline. i asked dad if i could open a few, and dad said no chance and that i have to wait, bah! neighbor Sue gave us a soft and cuddly blanket with frenchies on it, we love it so much. sully and i take turns sleeping on it. i’m so excited about tomorrow morning to open my presents. have a great day everyone.
Wally’s Great Adventures (24). hello friends, wally here. short update. PG-13 rating on the opening picture, and it’s disturbing, i know. dad said he would never let mom turn me into a circus monkey. but here we are. and you are probably asking why the hell a lemur is splayed out in wally’s bed and where the hell is wally. anyhoo, sully has been visiting this week and he’ll be here for most of december as rachel and andrew (sully’s mom and dad) are going sunning in florida and as dad would say, they’re dumping sully here for free better-than-kennel services. but such a win win for me as i get to play with my BFF for almost a month. dana left today to visit her family for christmas. dad was still recovering from the pedicure tragedy yesterday when the two came down the stairs in MATCHING SWEATERS and get this, MATCHING SOCKS. i’ve never seen dad run faster to grab his camera. Dad was snapping one shot after another mumbling to himself ‘is this the face of mary magdalene? just has to be.’ dana is coming back the day after christmas so it’s not too long because i’ll miss dana’s squeezy hugs. dad said dana better not stay away too long or we will have the old eric back (BD-before dana) and that just won’t do now that we have seen the new and so so so much improved eric. that’s all for today everyone, back to nap time. Wally.
hello peeps, wally here. big news today but before we get to that, let me share the update on my trip to the vet. i weighed in at 11 lbs. dad said he was surprised it was that high given the piles i dropped under the dining room table 2 days in a row. I was going to tell dad to have him try pop-a-squat and go poo poo on the frozen grass when its freezing cold outside but i’m sure that would have pushed him over the edge. the vet told mom that i should be 2x my current weight when i’m full grown, that’s 22 lbs. mom was so happy that i will be at smaller end for frenchies. dad said that must account for my Napoleon complex as i bully sully all the time, even though sully is 3-4x my size. i didn’t know what dad meant, but you know positive-dad, it couldn’t have been good, will worry about this napoleon thing later. I stopped shivering after the vet’s helpers gave me so many excellent cookies, but next time i won’t forget that at the vet, excellent cookies come with a giant needle stuck up your poo poo hole, fool me once…i mean really. so, as you can see from the pictures, this shot has made me very sleepy, so i’ve been napping all day.
oh, before i forget, the BIG story. dad has been mumbling all afternoon ‘that i’ve lost my son, i’ve lost my son.’ You remember that last post (#22) about Eric AD (After Dana). well, dana marched eric right out the front door, and she said she was taking eric for a pedicure. dad said pedi what? ‘say what?!?!’ dad was stuttering now. dana repeated “pedicure.” sully and i watched dad, he didn’t look well. he kept mumbling ‘he’s gone’, ‘he’s lost now.’ finally dad told dana that ‘the MEN (sully, me and dad) will stay home.’ for evidence, mom took a picture of dana and eric getting a pedicure and sent it to dad. dad said ‘good god, he actually did it.’ Not sure if dad will ever recover but i’ll be sure to keep you posted. that’s all for today everyone, back to nap time. Wally.
hello peeps, wally here. big story today (this week, this month, past 3 months) has been DANA, erics grrrrrr grrrrllll girrrllll friend. dad explained to me that there was a period in history called AD and BD. mom corrected him (always doing that) and said, no, its BC and AD. he said NO, it is BD and AD, that is eric “before Dana – BD” and eric “after Dana – AD”, dad calls it a human transformation. dad and i spotted eric spotted doing laundry (huh?). dana sent us a photo of eric vacuuming. (say what?). eric was spotted in kitchen putting dirty dishes in dishwasher. (mirage?) eric now drinks hot tea (drinks what?). eric wears matching raybans and matching faherty fleece sweatshirts with dana. eric sits and has civil conversations with his parents (important note, this is when Dana is present). so dana has been like what dad calls manna from heaven. we celebrated dana’s birthday the other day and i helped her blow out her candles (not really, but i would have liked some cake). dana gives the best hugs. i love dana. and dad said i best love her so she never leaves because then we will get the old eric BD. that’s all for tonight everyone. have a good night. Wally.
hello peeps, wally here. mom went to run errands and left dad in charge, and thats when the good times roll. I love mom but she treats me like a little baby, baby, little baby – she puts up cardboard boxes blocking my access to all rooms but the kitchen and family room. while dad lets me explore, he treats me like a grown up. I love dad. he gets behind his computer and totally forgets about me so i can go on adventures. i walk from room to room smelling cool things. i crawled into erics open suitcase under his bed, found his leather belt, got myself comfortable, and started gnawing on it. it felt so good on my teeth. 10 minutes later i heard dad calling for me. I got really quiet because this was a great time for dad and me to play hide and seek. dad started yelling louder. “WALLY! THIS ISNT FUNNY!” i barked to let dad know where to find me. dad came running in the room…WALLY, I TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF TROUBLE. he dragged eric’s suitcase out from under the bed and there i was, laying on my tummy with erics belt in my mouth. i barked at him: peek-a-boo dad! dad asked me to open my mouth, he stuck in his giant fingers and made me gag, and he pulled out blobs of leather gunk. WALLY! he said, your tongue is red, mom is going to freak! dad carried me into the bathroom and started to wash my tongue with a wash cloth. i bit down on the wash cloth and dad’s finger. WALLY, THAT f*cking HURT! dad yelled. well dad how would like me to wash your tongue with a giant wash cloth. so while dad was putting a bandaid on his little boo-boo, he let me explore in the bathroom. after we were done, dad tucked me in for a nap and he went back to work. see the last pic? dad noticed i had red eye and freaked. he told me i had better not say anything to mom or he would blame me for doing bad shit with the belt and now i had pink eye. that’s all for tonight everyone. have a good night. Wally.
hello peeps, wally here. Laila, love her name, suggested that we re-name my handle to “Wally The Adventure Doggo.” i like it, a lot, and this is coming from a PhD student who reads Dostoevsky and Woolf in her spare time, and is way smarter than dad, so i pay attention, i’m noodling it.
anyhoo, re: video. volume up and stick to the end. mom said that its holiday baking time, so i helped her bake oatmeal cookies…she said that i must keep my little tongue in my mouth as i cant drool in the mixing bowl. dad said i cant talk about mom in my posts because she’s banned from limiting free speech.
oh, there’s more. rachel says i look like a large baked potato. name calling like that, that’s just not right. dad said she keeps it up, she’ll be on the banned list too.
i helped dad unwrap, yes, you heard it right, unwrap eric’s xmas present, because dad couldn’t wait, yes, dad couldn’t wait to open eric’s xmas present. mom yelled at dad calling him a man-child. oops, now dad is yelling at me because mom is banned from mention on this site.
finally, i am very good at finding sunlight on the floor and then taking naps in it. that last shot is of me laying in what eric calls the sunbox. I love the sunbox, it is warm like mom. oops, there i go mentioning mom again, need to be careful or i could be banned too. it’s nap time. good night everyone. Wally.
Wally’s Great Adventures (19). hello everyone, wally here. figured i had better report out as i may have to report dad to the authorities. i thought he loved me, yet he dragged me outside into the freezing cold and there was some kind of white ash falling from the sky, hopefully not the nuclear kind. help me god! i.did.not.like.this. just look at the 3rd photo. itchy girly jacket on top of falling ash and freezing cold – that is sheer terror you are staring at. I’m not sure that i will recover from this. nor did i like dad posting a picture of me peeing and then posting it globally (#2). i mean really dad, is there no red line? he said he warned me, that if i didn’t stand still for the shot, the pee pee shot was going up. no chance i was standing in all that falling radiation. And it’s not just me thats after dad. mom said that dad has been putting words in my mouth and making her look bad in these posts… Dad snapped back and said that she will no longer be mentioned as part of my stories – SHE’S OUT he said.. (i thought i decided that, but dad is king and has veto power.) then eric came home with his gr…grrrr….grrrrrrl friend, and he said that my last post was lame. LAME HE SAID?!? Then dad asked dana, eric’s gr…grrrr..grrrrrl friend, what she thought and she said ‘tame.’ TAME SHE SAID!? so dad said we’ll see tamo, lamo very soon and they’ll all be ducking for cover. when dad gets like this it is best to stay out of his way. Anyhoo, ive dried off now, warmed up from the nightmare a few minutes ago, and i’m ready for a nap. goodnight everyone. Wally.
Wally’s Great Adventures (18). hello everyone, wally here. quick update before my afternoon nap. dad says that i can stop chewing on every damn thing anytime i was ready. cords. labels at the bottom of couches. legs of chairs. floor rugs. door stops. towels. tennis shoes. baskets. bags, oh bags, plastic, leather, paper, any kind of bag. floor plants. xmas tree (natch). but the best, dads draw strings on hoodies and sweatpants, dads slippers, dads socks, and dads fingers. and his giant hand. dads like to tease me with his finger, poking me, flipping me on my back, this game is fun for like 3 seconds and then i chomp down on him, break his skin and wont let go. dad yelps like a giant baby puppy, i bark at him and tell him to try manning-up. he mumbles something about biting the hands that feeds you. Anyhoo, its nap time. TGIF everyone. Have a good weekend. Wally.
hello everyone, wally here. Just popped in to say hello. i went out for pee pee and it was so cold out. i was shivering and dad asked why as it was 45F outside. he said when he was a kid my age or a little bit older he used to walk to school all by himself in the winter in 3 foot deep snow and it was so much colder than this. mom snorted when she heard this. anyhoo, it ‘is’ cold out no matter what tough guy says. when i come in from the cold, i run quickly to each floor vent to see which one is blowing warm air and wherever my tushy feels warmest, i flop right down on that spot. It is so warm and toasty.
and these vents are nice and all but nothing is like napping on dad’s lap when he is working. The tapping of the keys on the keyboard, dad chattering on the phone, soft music playing in the background (dad says van morrison), my eyes get heavy, and heavier and heavier and i fall asleep. i’m safe with dad, and i love him. Have a good day everyone. Wally & out.
hello everyone, wally here. what a day. dad said i might think about chillin’ out a bit on sundays, it being sabbath and all. it all started this morning when mom tucked me in with dad after his morning walk. dad skooched me under his arm and i was ready to nap with him when i heard him sniffing. sniff. sniff. sniff. walter, what is that i smell? mom cleaned my bottom after i pooped so it wasn’t me. he pulled me up to his face, and sniffed me again. walter! have you been eating the christmas tree? oh that. dad found sap all over my face and he said i used to be cute now i just look like an idiot. he said he wouldn’t wash it off, and told mom she better not either. and when i’m sniffing dirt outside it was all going to stick to my face and i’d have to walk around dirty and all the other dogs would laugh at me. i barked at dad and said that wasn’t very nice, and said i would lick his face clean if he had shat on it.
then dad took me up to his office while he worked and i went exploring. i smelled juicy things in his trash can, tipped it over to find crumbs in all kinds of wrappers, kit kat bars, hersey almond chocolate bars, snicker bars, and so much other stuff. gees dad, snack much? dad turned around to find me rummaging around and said dont you dare eat that walter. you will die. whoa. a bit of drama, no dad? dad mumbled something about this house being a minefield…i didnt get it.
so dad had enough and took me downstairs when i managed to crawl into the dishwasher when he was eating his breakfast. dad turned around and said Walter, you’re exhausting…dad said that he should just shut me in the dishwasher and have it steam clean that sap off me. i barked at dad and said that sounded like fun. anyhoo, mom has brought the boxes full of Christmas tree ornaments up from the basement. tomorrow is going to be a HUGE day and i need to rest up. good night everyone. Wally and out.
hello everyone. wally here. tgif! guess what day it was? no, silly, not hump day. its cleaning day. mom found me in the closet on top of the swiffer box and she put me to work. i have noticed that dad is no where to be found on cleaning day, i think the real work is always done by mom since dad is the king. i love mom. shes so nice. back to cleaning. while i was responsible for swiffing with the swiffer, she was running something called a vacuum, what a horrible, nasty and ugly machine. i needed to save mom so i barked at it and kept biting the hose. for some reason mom kept telling me to stop it and that wasn’t nice when i was trying to save her. thats me below with the swiffer. i like to say swiffer. see how focused i am with the swiffer. [Read more…]
hello everyone, wally here. mom and i went to the vet today. had a poop test and it was clear of parasites. dad said that was because i keep shatting all over the house. oof. i got some shots which didn’t hurt that much esp since the nice ladies gave me all kinds of treats that i never get at home because of dads tight grip on my diet…he then lifts up his shirt to show me his belly and says this is what treats do, you don’t want that. he says i have to keep in tip top shape, this after mimi told him that a frenchie won a big dog show last weekend. dad said that i’ll be running circles around those other mutts in no time, and no dog of his will come in 2nd place… i’m feeling stress transference already. anyhoo, we’re mixing it up today by posting a vid. dad calls it the 8th wonder of the world. what’s that you might wonder? well dad calls wally eating his dinner something that everyone has to see at least once in their lifetime…and seeing it live is must see tv. mom says that when i’m really hungry and digging in, both of my back feet levitate. oh, i should explain that the food “dish” is called a ‘woof pet snuffle mat’ (yes, its a real thing) which teaches dogs how to forage. but that’s not the reason i have it. when dad was growing up on his farm one of his calves caught ruminal bloat and exploded, as he called it, from eating too much dewey grass too fast. so, dad buries each one of these food pebbles in different areas of the snuffle matt and i forage. he says i have to learn to slow down when i’m eating or i will explode too. he says that he’s never seen anything eat like me, a freak he calls it. I barked at him, you’re a freak dad, that wasn’t nice. anyway, those vet shots made me so tired. nap time. good night everyone. its wally and out.
hello everyone, wally here. soooooo, short update on the big news today. mom bought all these fancy dog toys when i joined the family last month, a whole basket full of toys. mom is so nice. i love mom. dad said he will need to get a 2nd job to fund all these wally expenses. mom said but isn’t he worth it?!…dad said mom could get a paycheck producing job like she promised 30 years ago after the kids went to school. mom just laughed at him and said but who would care for wally and what good is dad for if she went to work. i barked at mom saying good one mom. any who, back to the big news. i cant tell mom but dad is better than mom at play time, so much better. today he gave me an empty plastic Snapple bottle and i chased and banged and chewed it all day long. it is like the best toy ever. and the great thing is that dad drinks 5 of these a day so there is like an endless supply of them, and dad said these are mostly free compared to the expensive toys mom buys. dad is so smart. dad said when mom isnt around maybe he will open up the pantry and just let me at it. wow. i can’t wait. eric looked at me in that 2nd pic and said that i’m the next neil armstrong astronaut and that i may go to the moon. that’s just so amazing. so i when i went out to go pee pee tonight, i saw this beautiful moon and i asked mom and dad to take a picture of me in front of the moon. that’s my paw walking on the moon…so cool, right? dad said that if i keep peeing in the house, i’m definitely going straight to the moon. no problem dad, wally on the moon, i’m ready. so more to come on the moon thing, stay tuned. good night everyone. wally signing out.
hello everyone, wally here. soooooo, is that your wally up there in the photo sniffing juicy things? that would be NO! that would be sully, my big bro, who is visiting this week. i love sully but dad has taken sully out with him every morning, and me? zero times. sully told me today that i missed a HUGE day, that dad was just giddy with the morning twilight show, pictures here. when i barked at dad, dad told me to stop whining and grow up and when i’m a big boy like sully maybe he will take me. hmpffffffffff. i’ve learned a lot from listening to dad, so this where he would say “this is total bullsht”. but, i’m little, i’m discriminated against and as dad would say “there ain’t sht i can do about it” so i decided to show dad that i’m bigger and better than sully.
this is sully and me guarding the house and watching for criminals. yes, i know, it is darien, ct but you just never know when something bad could be running around loose.
and the picture below is sully and me napping in sully’s favorite spot on top of the cushions. (Oh, that was mom’s idea to put the heart around sully and me because i love sully. dad cringed.)
and here’s sully and me playing tug-o-war with his favorite ball. i drink from sully’s water bowl when he drinks, we drink together. we chew on the same bone together. we wrestle together, and i don’t win often but i keep pulling on sully’s jowls to let him know that i’m a tough little guy. so, there are just so many things i’m just as good as sully. yet… [Read more…]
hello everyone, wally here. i’m having an off day, more on that in a moment. that’s me and my bro sully in the pic up top. he’s here visiting us for thanksgiving. dad calls this the frenchie train. frenchies love to sleep between legs, its warm and safe there. and since sully is older and i’m the baby, i don’t get to pick the pole position. if i bury my head far enough down, i can minimize the downwind vapors. i can’t wait to grow up so i get big-boy privileges. speaking of that, i’ve been having trouble sleeping, and i pee-peed in my day bed today. i’m afraid this may be due to anxiety, because i think i may have been adopted. but mom would never lie, would she? with dad, on the other hand, anything is possible. well, i may be quiet, but i watch. oh, i watch. i watch dad slide sully cheese pizza under the table yesterday. today he sneaks sully a few intra meal snacks. he thinks i don’t see, but i see. oh, i see. and this morning, dad was gone with sully for 2 hours for a long walk at cove island park. and wow, he even got sully in a beautiful sunrise shot among other dandies here. and my pic? look at me out of focus with my head up sully’s a**. that’s just not right. as dad likes to say, i don’t get shat but yelled at, and if things don’t shape up around here, he’s ain’t seen what bad could look like. dad says that i need to be more grateful, as it’s thanksgiving tomorrow. i took some time thinking about dad’s lesson on being grateful. so i looked at the picture he took of me below. look at me. my head is like 3x the size of my body, it’s disproportionately large. mom said that’s normal and i’ll grow into my body. dad asks mom if that is why we got a discount when they bought me. jesus. it’s hard to be grateful with dad’s pep talks. anyway, i had better see some turkey snacks tomorrow, or you are going to see sully rain down hell around here. ok friends, it’s wally’s nap time. happy thanksgiving!
hello everyone, wally here. i’m helping dad with his planks, planks so his back doesn’t flare up. any-who, back to dad. just look at him. what is flaring up are his ears, his face & the veins on his forehead, we have like a medical emergency here so it is wally to the rescue. i first crawled underneath dad hoping to prop him up & dad shouted that this “wasn’t bloody helpful walter.” dad calls me walter when i’m making trouble. still, something was very wrong here. dad was breathing so heavy, and his face was like a tomato, and his arms trembling, i think he was hallucinating & he must be playing the opposite game. so i grabbed the knot in the drawstring from his hoodie & started reefing on it trying to pull dad down. his elbows were broken & wouldn’t come down. “WALLY, GET OUT!” dad looked ill. mom was laughing. i barked telling her that this was not funny & dad was in big trouble. then dad said he had 10 secs to go and it would be over thank god. omg, dad is dying. then suddenly dad collapsed to the ground and i thought he was dead so i dropped the drawstring & ran over to his ear & bit down on it to resuscitate him. dad lifted his head & lifted me up with my teeth locked onto his ear, his head like a giant construction crane. it was so much fun and dad was alive! “DAMN IT WALLY, F*CKING LET GO.” i barked at dad & told him that wasn’t nice esp since i saved him. dad rolled around the floor holding his ear saying i made him bleed. come on dad, they are just baby teeth. dad said he was doing crunches tomorrow and i wouldn’t be within 3 miles of him. i don’t know about miles or crunches but i’ll be close by right here to rescue him forever when he’s in trouble. ok friends, it’s wally’s nap time. have a great day.
good saturday morning everyone, wally here. ray, one of dad’s blogging buddies was flipping thru facebook, saw dad’s pics from this morning’s walk at cove Island park, and he said to hisself ” ah, ok, duh, here’s something that I haven’t seen for 928 consecutive days.” then good friend ray shouted in caps WHERE THE HELL IS WALLY? WHATS UP WITH WALLY???? dad seemed more than a bit irritated that i already have a fan from south carolina, and i’ve like gone global, while dad was out freezing his a$$ off, going round and round on the same cove island track and I was sleeping with mom in the cozy bed. so ray wants to know what’s up…thinking…thinking…thinking. i peed on dad’s rug yesterday because he was working working working and I was bored. it got his attention. he said he had to be on a zoom call and i cant shat wherever i want like an aminal. zoom? huh? i then did the zoomies round and round in his office. dad laughed, he never laughs. when dad was doing his zoomies i went exploring in all the rooms on the second floor. i chewed on rachel’s suitcase. and then eric’s backpack. and then i found dad’s cables, so many white cables, so many devices. i heard dad stomping down the hallway so i skooched under the bed to hide. “WALLY!” i know my name now and when dad shouts like that, i know i’m in big trouble. “not the cords wally…not my bloody cables…my gadgets are worth more than you are.” i barked at dad, that wasn’t very nice. he has to be joking. he was! because then dad took me on a boat ride on his tee shirt up and down the hallway. and then i got to play horsey on dad’s back. i have so much fun when dad works from home. dad is the best play toy ever. that’s all friends. nap time. have a great weekend!
And if anyone cares to check out dad’s pictures from this morning’s walk at cove island park, click here.
hello everyone. wally here. it’s 1:30 am and dad just took me out to go pee pee. it threw me off as dad never gets up, it’s mommy that does all the work. i really didn’t know what to make of it. i barked a little, hoping mom would stir. she didn’t. i think she was in shock too. dad held me close to his chest as he carried me downstairs. he didn’t say anything but i could feel his heart go pitter patter. he has one, a heart that is, i heard it, that made me happy. its dark out and dad told me to ‘hurry up, go pee pee and not screw around, it’s cold out here.’ i sniffed the grass, there was either rabbit or raccoon rummaging around here. i walked further out in the yard sniffing to see if i could track them down, and dad followed, in his bare feet, white t-shirt, and sleep shorts. ‘wally, pee-pee, now!” dad was right, that wind from the north was cold, i squatted like a girl, went pee-pee and ran back to the door. dad said ‘sort of good job wally but i’m going to have to teach you how to pee pee like a man.” next time dad goes to pee i’m going to watch and learn. mom said that a cold front is coming in, and they are calling for 5 feet of snow in buffalo. i don’t really know what snow is and what it has to do with buffalo’s, but mom told me i better come to love my prickly sweater. mom took the pictures here. i found that when i run inside from the cold, i can sit on the heater vent and warm my tooshy. it feels so warm and so good. so that’s all everyone. i have to get back to bed now. have a great friday! tgif!
hello everyone. wally here. dad took that shot above. not all that flattering, certainly not my best side. and if you thought i looked irritated, you pegged it right. dad shouted at me and told me to “get the hell out from under the chair!” because he knew what i was doing. what is it with this human need to follow me around when i have to poop. mom told dad earlier today that she caught me crawling under the outdoor furniture pooping. she didn’t know what i was doing on monday and tuesday, but now she understood. she told dad that I started pooping on the grass on the wet leaves and then ran under the furniture to finish. and that she found a number of wally deposits lined up in a cute little row. well, she got most of the story right (like i did line them up in a cute little row), but leave it to mom to miss the entire point. what about the right to a little wally privacy. i don’t go into the bathroom with mom with she’s in there pushing out her spinach. and there goes dad, who’s poop doesn’t smell (he told me that). dad started in on mom again about the need for discipline to start early: “did you notice that he doesn’t shat wherever he wants when he’s with me. there needs to be a bit of fear in this training regime. like he did with the kids.” mom walked away mumbling something about 39 years of this, THIS! she shouted. so after all this settled down, i decided to play in my toy basket. dad looks over, and says look at your animal. apparently i should have taken one toy out at a time to play, but why bother when you can jump right in and play with all of them at the same time. i looked at mom, she gave me a little wink which made me feel better. dad grunted and told mom to watch my back end, there could be another ‘cute little row on the tile.’ so, that’s it for tonight. hope to see you again on the weekend. good night!
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