I'm tired. I'm at least 112 years old. I can't feel my back end and my front end can't cope with dragging it along any more. I'm more than slightly confused. It's misty and quiet.
I'd just like to thank those who have tuned into my doggy airwaves in the past and listened to the rants about my humans. I know they're feeling more than a bit guilty about tomorrow.
I wouldn't rule out blogging from beyond the grave. Stranger things have happened haven't they?
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About Me
- Kathryn
- I've had two short pieces published by Bluechrome in an anthology called Your Messages. I have an MA in Creative Writing and Personal Development from University of Sussex and have studied for a basic counselling qualification. When I'm not writing, I try to be a domestic goddess and steer our four children aged 21, 19, 8 and 6 in the right direction. I also cook the odd dinner.
2 comments:
Oh Monty, I was honored to meet you. Your a gentleman and no mistake. Lots of love to you on the other size xxx
Sorry about your age and tiredness, Monty. Love from me as well.
I feel sad for your humans. Many hugs for them.
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