Random Thoughts

I'm thinking of writing a book about sleepovers at your sweetheart's apartment. It could be titled: "Who moved my shampoo?"

I came across a pack of people walking their dogs this morning as I exercised in the Arboretum. One of the dogs was an oversized poodle. I felt like taking the pooch aside and gently explaining to him: "You may be the size of a retriever. You may have a big bark. But you're not scaring me because you're still a poodle."