Ah, the Mags Doth Sleep a lot…

Maggie’s had her plate of Barbeque and is now down for the count.  Those plates were very delicious today. She will probably sleep until late tonight unless something in the backyard gets her stirred up and she will go bat shi@t crazy. She looked up just to see what I was doing so close to her with the camera. Maggie has great situational awareness. Dad was balking when I asked him to use one of the BBQ tickets for Maggie. “I still can’t believe I am buying that dog a BBQ plate,” my father said to me this afternoon. I got a good laugh out of that reminding my father that Maggie is his “daughter” as well.  The princess of Mauritania must have her evening meal like any good royal princess. .. An Officer and a Gentleman… My brother Alex and his wife Jennifer celebrated 12 years of marriage yesterday.  I barely made it past two years in my marriage so they are doing pretty good in my book. Just wait until they’ve been married 45 years like my parents. My parent’s marriage these days is more of a partnership than a marriage in a traditional sense. I say I will never get married again, but I am tempting fate by saying so. Little-Miss-Can’t-Be-Wrong may come along and sweep me off my unstable feet. Maybe this old toad will find his princess one day. My brother is an oncologist, hematologist, and officer in the Navy.  He says it can be a nerve wracking job at times with tons of responsibility. I can only imagine. He also served two tours of...
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