Well, come on in and dip a toe in the eau 'd waters.

Lots of fine potential here. And already many good peoples. I suspect that the numbers will groan. Dim spill chicken.

I was musing to mine self just how many posts, blogs, and time I invested there while walking puppy with frisbee and tennis ball in hand.
She, as always, loved running, chasing, prancing, and semi-retrieving, until she ran to a set of bushes in a field behind two churches, and disappeared. A minute later, she came back with a freshly killed wabbit. Her tail was wagging like hummingbird's wing. She was so proud.

I told her to drop, she did, and we came home. It said something about life, though. What it is, ain't exactly clear. There's a man with a gun over there, saying . . .