... and the clocks were striking thirteen. REFUSE TO BE AFRAID. Free yourself. Dream.
To everything there is a season. A time to say goodbye to an old friend, and a time to greet a new one.
posted by B.W. Richardson at
8:16 AM
FELLOW TRAVELERS
More and more the ol' U.S. of A. seems like a cross between 1984 and Fahrenheit 451 - Where's Simon Jester or V when you need them? This little spot on the 'Net is meant as a place to explore ways to carve out what freedom we can in this nanny-government, corporate Big Brother world - and enjoy the bread and circuses along the way. Who am I? Well, Tom Paine once wrote, "Who the Author of this Production is, is wholly unnecessary to the Public, as the Object for Attention is the DOCTRINE ITSELF, not the MAN."
4 Comments:
There is nothing harder than being pessimistic and mopey in the presence of unbridled energy carried by a puppy or child. Still, we can only covet and try to keep up.
Absolutely adorable! Congrats on the new addition to the family.
What an incredible dynamo of yellow fur!!!! She is whirling cuteness after chugging a Red Bull!
Have lots of fun with your new friend and please post more photos when you have a chance.
How cute! I second the request for more photos.
P.S. Nice meadow.
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