Here's Chance the Banjo, scheduled for inventory reduction the next day. Played by my dog Wishbone.
Edited by - Helix on 02/24/2021 16:21:16
I'm more of a cat person. I liked the Tweeter picture the best.
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for taking a look
Chance and Tweeter both play banjo
You ought to see them play duets
I'd rather hear them play duets.
That can be arranged.
heavythumb I've owned 4 manxs and they lived with me until their time to go.
They guarded me when I slept outside in my backyard the summer of '84 when I was welding til 1:30am.
My manxs would greet me every night and bring me presents.
Baked potatoes, corn on the cob and big cinnamon rolls All intact, no dumpster fare. Where they gettin' that?
I never saw them do it, but they carried this stuff across main street late at night, like a manx carrying a cinnamon roll and then some corn on the cob, then a nice f'g baked potato, oh thank you for these friends. I was all alone that year.
they climbed the roof and did bank shots off the walls, they fetched and played with wristwatches and got shiny from crickets.
The ones I had here in Phoenix were snakers and bumblebee dribblers and roof runners and leaf scramblers, and friends with the two grandmas next door. I could watch her son climb the ladder but it was a year before I found how he got down the same ladder.
Somebody let two lab puppies roam the neighborhood and he would run them off.
I looked up Manx in the cat book and there was a picture of him.
Black and white with a white stripe forehead, white socks and underwear.
I'm going to go ahead and write this for no fear whatsoever.
He got sick and I had to take him down to the county pound to be put to sleep.
He had a habit of coming in the cat door and jumping on my while I was on the couch.
He did it again that night after his spirit was set free.
Then the next night a friend and I did some drinking and they crashed on the couch.
In the morning, it was," There was a cat on me last night."
I said, that was just Levi,
he was my dream guardian long after he went over.
He was a familiar. His mother was all white with blue eyes. His father looked like a siamese bobcat manx with eartufts.
My favorite is a dog and cat together, thus the fuzzy bottom boys.
Let's have some Tangelo juice.
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