wish I knew....

Stone and I were laying in bed on Saturday morning chit chatting. Matilda as always was smack dab in the middle of us. Something one of us did caused her to stir and give us the "sideways, perked ears, furrowed brow dog look".

You know the look....

(this is as close a picture as I could find....picture her head tilted more to the side and a more "concerned" look on her face)

The "concerned" look on her face caused our conversation to take a turn.....

"What do you think is going on inside Tilda's head right now?" I asked Stone.

Here are the top three theories we came up with.

1) The usual: hamster, gerbil or some other rodent running on a wheel..."squeak squeak squeak"...the noise of the wheel echos through the vast space inside her little head.

2) Stone's theory: Her head is a little pin ball machine ....the pin ball is bouncing around "DING, DING, WONK!" getting as many points as possible but never really achieving anything.

3) My theory: Her head is a dusty desert with a single tumble weed blowing across a dirt road....and a lonely thirsty cactus in the distance.

As you can tell, little Tilda is not the smartest dog on the block.....

RANDOM:

I am generally speaking 100% ANTI-Starbucks.

That said....

What if a friend says: "Hey I'm stopping at Starbucks on the way over. Do you want me to get you something?" and I reply: "Sure...although I have no clue what their menu is like so surprise me."

I'm not really being a hypocrite if I A) wasn't the one doing the purchasing therefore I have not technically "contributed" to the Starbucks-mania and B) I didn't actually request something specific of the menu.

RIGHT?????? RIGHT!?!?!??!?!?!

(note: the Vanilla Latte my sweet little Baby Peach picked up for me was, I must admit, oh so tasty.)

(thank you Baby Peach!)