Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Nominated by last weeks guest blogger Sparky Spitfire
Terrible Tuesday Outtakes
As you may have guessed, not all of us are as certifiably crazypants happy as Felix to model the Horrible Holiday Hat (HHH). This has not excused us from being subjected to wearing it; in fact, for some reason, our unwillingness to endure its strangling embrace amuses Mommy and Daddy immensely.
They were simply awful, braying and chortling with glee at us whilst we struggled to escape.
The only consolation was that Mommy had to go through hundreds of photos...here's a few:
Sylvester refuses to face the camera...
...as The Baby races for the hills. A wise move. She's seen this dog-n-pony show far, far too many times.
Rupert: Mommy, you AND your double chins are gonna die. Tonight.
Tiny Johnson: Nice backdrop management and composition...NOT! And you call me slow.
There's a bitey happening here. Of course with Grayce there's always a bitey happening!