After getting bored of counting ex lovers at 3 in the morning, I went to Google Images for a little comedy relief with a pinch of sweetness thrown in.
What I should really count when I can’t sleep are the dogs I’ve known: Sassy, Oscar, Gaban and Fredo, Napoleon, Major, Darla and Dogeen who come back to life in Technicolor.
When I think of them in all their doggie glory, I find myself relaxing finally falling asleep with a smile on my face.
Let me just say, they’re a lot cuter, funnier and definitely truer than many of the men I’ve known.
You talkin ta me?
We eat at 6.
You’ll always be my hero daddy.
You might recognize me…I’m a Breck Girl.
Hurry up, my bike’s double-parked.
Don’t ya hate AOL.
How would I look in a turtleneck?
I just can’t say no to a woman.
I’m having such a good time…what’s her problem?
He just wouldn’t shut up.
There’s something you should know. I’m different from you.
I’ve just joined the Yale Club.
Isn’t it great getting a ride?
. I’m never drinking again.
Do I look like Lindsay Lohan?
We’re thinking of having lipo…just around the hips.
We’re the new Ronettes…Kingston trio?
See the resemblance?
And your problem is?
I’m doing my Jack Nicholson.
Don’t you worry kid…with me around you’ve got nothin to be afraid of.
Purr, went the kitten.
In Memory of Molly