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I admit it. I am. But times are hard and you take your laughs where
you can find them. So Dear Daughter and her beau were over for dinner and were out back on the trampoline, much to Zane's delight. Zane is our big male border collie. He has a tennis ball fetish. And a trampoline fetish. His favorite thing in the whole world (apart from flyball) is seeing my daughter put her headphones on and roll up her jeans. This means she's going out to jump on the trampoline, which means he can jump with her, and bring her tennis balls, which she kicks or throws for him to retrieve. The presence of Boyfriend adds a new dimension to the game. The pair of them throw the tennis balls at each other as they bounce, in what I can only interpret as some sort of bizarre courtship ritual, and Zane retrieves them after the ricochet. I consider Boyfriend either foolish or in love because there's no way anybody with an ounce of common sense would allow DD to peg a tennis ball at them at short range. The girl has a hell of an arm on her, and dead accurate aim. And sure enough, she hit him in the eye with one. Inside, I dug in the freezer for a package of frozen peas to apply to the emerging shiner. Only, I didn't realize there was a split in the plastic bag and as I was getting it out, a handful of frozen peas spilled and bounced all over the kitchen floor. It was funny enough to watch Scully scrambling around the kitchen, scarfing up individual frozen peas. Seriously, what kind of border collie is mad for frozen peas? But when Dear Daughter added in PacMan sound effects... "WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA"... It ranks right up there with the whole "peanut butter on the roof of the mouth" thing. |
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![]() "Kathleen" > wrote in message ... >I admit it. I am. But times are hard and you take your laughs where you >can find them. > > So Dear Daughter and her beau were over for dinner and were out back on > the trampoline, much to Zane's delight. Zane is our big male border > collie. He has a tennis ball fetish. And a trampoline fetish. His > favorite thing in the whole world (apart from flyball) is seeing my > daughter put her headphones on and roll up her jeans. This means she's > going out to jump on the trampoline, which means he can jump with her, and > bring her tennis balls, which she kicks or throws for him to retrieve. > > The presence of Boyfriend adds a new dimension to the game. The pair of > them throw the tennis balls at each other as they bounce, in what I can > only interpret as some sort of bizarre courtship ritual, and Zane > retrieves them after the ricochet. > > I consider Boyfriend either foolish or in love because there's no way > anybody with an ounce of common sense would allow DD to peg a tennis ball > at them at short range. The girl has a hell of an arm on her, and dead > accurate aim. And sure enough, she hit him in the eye with one. > > Inside, I dug in the freezer for a package of frozen peas to apply to the > emerging shiner. Only, I didn't realize there was a split in the plastic > bag and as I was getting it out, a handful of frozen peas spilled and > bounced all over the kitchen floor. > > It was funny enough to watch Scully scrambling around the kitchen, > scarfing up individual frozen peas. Seriously, what kind of border collie > is mad for frozen peas? But when Dear Daughter added in PacMan sound > effects... "WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA"... > > It ranks right up there with the whole "peanut butter on the roof of the > mouth" thing. > Now this I would have liked to see! -- mompeagram FERGUS/HARLINGEN Owner http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Rec-Food-Baking-cooking/ |
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Kathleen wrote:
> Inside, I dug in the freezer for a package of frozen peas to apply to > the emerging shiner. Only, I didn't realize there was a split in the > plastic bag and as I was getting it out, a handful of frozen peas > spilled and bounced all over the kitchen floor. > > It was funny enough to watch Scully scrambling around the kitchen, > scarfing up individual frozen peas. Seriously, what kind of border > collie is mad for frozen peas? But when Dear Daughter added in PacMan > sound effects... "WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA"... > > It ranks right up there with the whole "peanut butter on the roof of > the mouth" thing. LOLOL! Thanks for my laugh of the day. :-D Becca |
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On Mar 28, 12:50*pm, Kathleen > wrote:
> I admit it. *I am. *But times are hard and you take your laughs where > you can find them. > > So Dear Daughter and her beau were over for dinner and were out back on > the trampoline, much to Zane's delight. Zane is our big male border > collie. *He has a tennis ball fetish. *And a trampoline fetish. *His > favorite thing in the whole world (apart from flyball) is seeing my > daughter put her headphones on and roll up her jeans. *This means she's > going out to jump on the trampoline, which means he can jump with her, > and bring her tennis balls, which she kicks or throws for him to retrieve.. > > The presence of Boyfriend adds a new dimension to the game. *The pair of > them throw the tennis balls at each other as they bounce, in what I can > only interpret as some sort of bizarre courtship ritual, and Zane > retrieves them after the ricochet. > > I consider Boyfriend either foolish or in love because there's no way > anybody with an ounce of common sense would allow DD to peg a tennis > ball at them at short range. *The girl has a hell of an arm on her, and > dead accurate aim. And sure enough, she hit him in the eye with one. > > Inside, I dug in the freezer for a package of frozen peas to apply to > the emerging shiner. *Only, I didn't realize there was a split in the > plastic bag and as I was getting it out, a handful of frozen peas > spilled and bounced all over the kitchen floor. > > It was funny enough to watch Scully scrambling around the kitchen, > scarfing up individual frozen peas. *Seriously, what kind of border > collie is mad for frozen peas? *But when Dear Daughter added in PacMan > sound effects... *"WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA"... > > It ranks right up there with the whole "peanut butter on the roof of the > mouth" thing. I had a girlfriend who had a cat that went nuts for olives, jarred green olives. If you gave her a chice between wet food and olives, it was hands down olives. She'd jump 3 feet or more into the air to try to snag an olive. --Bryan |
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Bobo Bonobo® wrote:
> On Mar 28, 12:50 pm, Kathleen > wrote: > >>I admit it. I am. But times are hard and you take your laughs where >>you can find them. >> >>So Dear Daughter and her beau were over for dinner and were out back on >>the trampoline, much to Zane's delight. Zane is our big male border >>collie. He has a tennis ball fetish. And a trampoline fetish. His >>favorite thing in the whole world (apart from flyball) is seeing my >>daughter put her headphones on and roll up her jeans. This means she's >>going out to jump on the trampoline, which means he can jump with her, >>and bring her tennis balls, which she kicks or throws for him to retrieve. >> >>The presence of Boyfriend adds a new dimension to the game. The pair of >>them throw the tennis balls at each other as they bounce, in what I can >>only interpret as some sort of bizarre courtship ritual, and Zane >>retrieves them after the ricochet. >> >>I consider Boyfriend either foolish or in love because there's no way >>anybody with an ounce of common sense would allow DD to peg a tennis >>ball at them at short range. The girl has a hell of an arm on her, and >>dead accurate aim. And sure enough, she hit him in the eye with one. >> >>Inside, I dug in the freezer for a package of frozen peas to apply to >>the emerging shiner. Only, I didn't realize there was a split in the >>plastic bag and as I was getting it out, a handful of frozen peas >>spilled and bounced all over the kitchen floor. >> >>It was funny enough to watch Scully scrambling around the kitchen, >>scarfing up individual frozen peas. Seriously, what kind of border >>collie is mad for frozen peas? But when Dear Daughter added in PacMan >>sound effects... "WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA"... >> >>It ranks right up there with the whole "peanut butter on the roof of the >>mouth" thing. > > > I had a girlfriend who had a cat that went nuts for olives, jarred > green olives. If you gave her a chice between wet food and olives, it > was hands down olives. She'd jump 3 feet or more into the air to try > to snag an olive. I might or might not make an effort to catch a thrown green olive. But you'd only have a chance to throw one of them. After that you'd be flat on your back on the floor with my knees on your chest and I'd be prying that jar out of your hand. Me and the kitty would share a nice snack, no leaping involved. And maybe, *if* I were in a good mood, I'd throw down a handful of frozen peas for you. |
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On Mar 28, 5:20*pm, Kathleen > wrote:
> Bobo Bonobo® wrote: > > On Mar 28, 12:50 pm, Kathleen > wrote: > > >>I admit it. *I am. *But times are hard and you take your laughs where > >>you can find them. > > >>So Dear Daughter and her beau were over for dinner and were out back on > >>the trampoline, much to Zane's delight. Zane is our big male border > >>collie. *He has a tennis ball fetish. *And a trampoline fetish. *His > >>favorite thing in the whole world (apart from flyball) is seeing my > >>daughter put her headphones on and roll up her jeans. *This means she's > >>going out to jump on the trampoline, which means he can jump with her, > >>and bring her tennis balls, which she kicks or throws for him to retrieve. > > >>The presence of Boyfriend adds a new dimension to the game. *The pair of > >>them throw the tennis balls at each other as they bounce, in what I can > >>only interpret as some sort of bizarre courtship ritual, and Zane > >>retrieves them after the ricochet. > > >>I consider Boyfriend either foolish or in love because there's no way > >>anybody with an ounce of common sense would allow DD to peg a tennis > >>ball at them at short range. *The girl has a hell of an arm on her, and > >>dead accurate aim. And sure enough, she hit him in the eye with one. > > >>Inside, I dug in the freezer for a package of frozen peas to apply to > >>the emerging shiner. *Only, I didn't realize there was a split in the > >>plastic bag and as I was getting it out, a handful of frozen peas > >>spilled and bounced all over the kitchen floor. > > >>It was funny enough to watch Scully scrambling around the kitchen, > >>scarfing up individual frozen peas. *Seriously, what kind of border > >>collie is mad for frozen peas? *But when Dear Daughter added in PacMan > >>sound effects... *"WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA"... > > >>It ranks right up there with the whole "peanut butter on the roof of the > >>mouth" thing. > > > I had a girlfriend who had a cat that went nuts for olives, jarred > > green olives. *If you gave her a chice between wet food and olives, it > > was hands down olives. *She'd jump 3 feet or more into the air to try > > to snag an olive. > > I might or might not make an effort to catch a thrown green olive. *But > you'd only have a chance to throw one of them. *After that you'd be flat > on your back on the floor with my knees on your chest and I'd be prying > that jar out of your hand. > > Me and the kitty would share a nice snack, no leaping involved. *And > maybe, *if* I were in a good mood, I'd throw down a handful of frozen > peas for you. I'd happily hand over the jar. I like ripe olives, but can't stand green ones, and I don't like peas either. The only enjoyment I've ever gotten from green olives was playing with that cat. Her name was Pluff. --Bryan |
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Bobo Bonobo® wrote:
> On Mar 28, 5:20 pm, Kathleen > wrote: > >>Bobo Bonobo® wrote: >> >>>On Mar 28, 12:50 pm, Kathleen > wrote: >> >>>>I admit it. I am. But times are hard and you take your laughs where >>>>you can find them. >> >>>>So Dear Daughter and her beau were over for dinner and were out back on >>>>the trampoline, much to Zane's delight. Zane is our big male border >>>>collie. He has a tennis ball fetish. And a trampoline fetish. His >>>>favorite thing in the whole world (apart from flyball) is seeing my >>>>daughter put her headphones on and roll up her jeans. This means she's >>>>going out to jump on the trampoline, which means he can jump with her, >>>>and bring her tennis balls, which she kicks or throws for him to retrieve. >> >>>>The presence of Boyfriend adds a new dimension to the game. The pair of >>>>them throw the tennis balls at each other as they bounce, in what I can >>>>only interpret as some sort of bizarre courtship ritual, and Zane >>>>retrieves them after the ricochet. >> >>>>I consider Boyfriend either foolish or in love because there's no way >>>>anybody with an ounce of common sense would allow DD to peg a tennis >>>>ball at them at short range. The girl has a hell of an arm on her, and >>>>dead accurate aim. And sure enough, she hit him in the eye with one. >> >>>>Inside, I dug in the freezer for a package of frozen peas to apply to >>>>the emerging shiner. Only, I didn't realize there was a split in the >>>>plastic bag and as I was getting it out, a handful of frozen peas >>>>spilled and bounced all over the kitchen floor. >> >>>>It was funny enough to watch Scully scrambling around the kitchen, >>>>scarfing up individual frozen peas. Seriously, what kind of border >>>>collie is mad for frozen peas? But when Dear Daughter added in PacMan >>>>sound effects... "WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA"... >> >>>>It ranks right up there with the whole "peanut butter on the roof of the >>>>mouth" thing. >> >>>I had a girlfriend who had a cat that went nuts for olives, jarred >>>green olives. If you gave her a chice between wet food and olives, it >>>was hands down olives. She'd jump 3 feet or more into the air to try >>>to snag an olive. >> >>I might or might not make an effort to catch a thrown green olive. But >>you'd only have a chance to throw one of them. After that you'd be flat >>on your back on the floor with my knees on your chest and I'd be prying >>that jar out of your hand. >> >>Me and the kitty would share a nice snack, no leaping involved. And >>maybe, *if* I were in a good mood, I'd throw down a handful of frozen >>peas for you. > > > I'd happily hand over the jar. I like ripe olives, but can't stand > green ones, and I don't like peas either. The only enjoyment I've > ever gotten from green olives was playing with that cat. Her name was > Pluff. I've always liked the green ones well enough... Or at least no more or less than any other sort of pickled item. But I wish you could've sat outside at a street side cafe in Madrid with a glass of Cruz Campo, a little dish of green olives and another of salted peanuts, watching a parade of motorcyclists protesting the lack of guard rails along dangerous curves going past in their neon safety vests. If you'd been there, I bet you'd share an olive with Ms. Pluff. http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=aca2yq&s=5 |
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Kathleen > wrote: > I admit it. I am. But times are hard and you take your laughs where > you can find them. > > So Dear Daughter and her beau were over for dinner and were out back on > the trampoline, much to Zane's delight. Zane is our big male border > collie. He has a tennis ball fetish. And a trampoline fetish. His > favorite thing in the whole world (apart from flyball) is seeing my > daughter put her headphones on and roll up her jeans. This means she's > going out to jump on the trampoline, which means he can jump with her, > and bring her tennis balls, which she kicks or throws for him to retrieve. How utterly fun! PLEASE take some youtube footage of that? Please??? > > The presence of Boyfriend adds a new dimension to the game. The pair of > them throw the tennis balls at each other as they bounce, in what I can > only interpret as some sort of bizarre courtship ritual, and Zane > retrieves them after the ricochet. > > I consider Boyfriend either foolish or in love because there's no way > anybody with an ounce of common sense would allow DD to peg a tennis > ball at them at short range. The girl has a hell of an arm on her, and > dead accurate aim. And sure enough, she hit him in the eye with one. > > Inside, I dug in the freezer for a package of frozen peas to apply to > the emerging shiner. Only, I didn't realize there was a split in the > plastic bag and as I was getting it out, a handful of frozen peas > spilled and bounced all over the kitchen floor. Hey, that makes it "on topic". <lol> > > It was funny enough to watch Scully scrambling around the kitchen, > scarfing up individual frozen peas. Seriously, what kind of border > collie is mad for frozen peas? But when Dear Daughter added in PacMan > sound effects... "WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA"... > > It ranks right up there with the whole "peanut butter on the roof of the > mouth" thing. Thanks for the afternoon laugh! ;-D ;-D ;-D -- Peace! Om Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain. -- Anon. |
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