Yesterday night I was cutting out a carribean vacation contest entry form and Hazel asked me what I was doing so I told her. Then she asked if I would take her. Sadly the contest was for two so I told her I would probably take Grandpa Joe.
Thirty seconds later – muffled sobs followed by tears.
Me: (Genuinely baffled) What’s wrong Hazel?
Hazel: I’ll miss you.
Lately Walter the Farting Dog has been great bedtime reading. How can you go wrong with a dog that has gas . . .
