Buddy's Blog

Sorry, date night is off the menu this week.  Frau G is winging her way to Yellowknife as I write this. While the cat’s away (freezing her buns off) the rat will play.

Once again, thank you for all your birthday wishes.

From February of 2001

Thank you for your good wishes on the anniversary of my natal day which was yesterday. When I turned 60 I stopped having birthdays. It didn’t work.

Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me etc.

Here’s a birthday card I drew years ago:

Want to read a terrific book to my way of thinking? Memoirs of a Sword Swallower by Dan Mannix.

Speaking of rat poison, about 20 years ago Frau G’s big stupid sheepdog ate some rat poison. It didn’t work. That dog was so dumb she had him in multiple dog obedience classes for 6 years. All he ever got were Certificates of Attendance.

I’ve explained this before. The p-tooie dialog is Arnold spitting out Beardo’s beard hairs when she kisses him.