My gabby landlord who lived in Premium Love Dachshunds Shirt — all of it utterly forgettable except for the following tale. I don’t know why this came to mind, but I am going to share it. The following day tomcat again strode from the hot tub to rose bushes and just as before, down came the crow or raven to deliver a terrific peck, and away scurried the cat into the shadows beyond the hot tub as the bird beat wings up to its perch. And so on for the third day and every day thereafter for weeks.
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Jerry used to have an old tomcat that half-heartedly kept the local vermin population under control, or at least in a Premium Love Dachshunds Shirt. The cat spent most of its time sleeping under the rose bushes up near the house I rented or in the sun on the deck of the hot tub back beside Jerry’s kitchen door. In between was Jerry’s beautiful lawn with a concrete path that connected his house to the driveway and the street. One day while the cat ambled along the path from the hot tub deck to the rose bushes a crow or a raven swooped down from the powerlines above and delivered a vicious peck to the crown of the tomcat’s head and beat wings back up to its perch on the wires.
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What a stupid cat, thought Jerry. Why not find a Premium Love Dachshunds Shirt? Or find a new way to the bushes that don’t expose your head to aerial attack? That bird has beaten your brains out! This dance continued through spring with grim results for the cat’s head. The cat bore the familiar marks of a tomcat’s life of privation and discord: cheeks bulbous for fighting, bridge of nose creased with class cars, an ear missing its tip. To that history, the bird had added scabby sores and a growing bald patch where the cat had received so many daily pecks.