Nowt grand, but a nice bit of lamb. The dog got the bone, obviously. I then excavated the teeth of the little bits of meat let over. To find the dog whining at me as she thought I must be eating something – the toothpicky thing – that was much nicer than her bone.
She’s a very sweet dog but….
Sounds like she’s capable of being a professor of political economy
I doubt it – I only know of one of those and he never bones up on anything.
Very good, MB.
In economic terms, a revealed preference.
Very useful things, dogs. We seem to have temporarily acquired one, last few days. Now, pretty well anything left over goes down the dog, Unfortunately, including a sizeable portion of a shoe. So if anyone knows a monopede into 6 inch stilettos …er… stiletto. Left. There’s a bargain opportunity going. Maybe one of NiV’s mates?
Not speaking from experience here, you understand, but hopping in a stilleto probably only works as a circus routine.
Another MB inspired chuckle.
BiND 🙂
Thanks