It's been pretty long that something was posted on Blog.
Yet another Day invades with a Colorful Festival and with allot more Ideas to fulfill its expectations.
Yes HOLI it is, and I had 2 things in a Complex Mesh located in our Head called BRAIN.
Well that Idea had to be executed, but only 1 of them got executed and wasn't able to execute the Second one being Consumption of Time in the former plan, was more than expected.
Any ways, Happy Holi Folks and Let us pay our Respect to all the Woman we know/don't know in this beautiful World on this International Women's Day.
There was no better option than HAND PAINTING.
A guy is driving around the back woods of Chitra and he sees a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house : "Talking Dog For Sale"
He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyards.
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.
"You talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the Lab replies.
After the guy recovers from the shock o fhearing a dog talk, he says "So, what's your story?" The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA. In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping."
"I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in.
I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals," "I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired." The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner whats he wants for the dog.
"Ten Dollars," the guy says.
"Ten Dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"
"Because he's a liar."
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I wish Dogs talked, I would have got new Stories everyday for this Blog.
Dear Dog,
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you run.
I cannot but anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximum space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, try to turn the know or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years- canine attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other Dog's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pet, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain about Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'Fur'niture.
3. I like my pet a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, they are an animal. To me it is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly and of the most, I don't have to change its diapers.
Yours
Canine Lover.
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