The Crazy Eye
I’m going to be pretty scarce this week, so to make up for it, here’s a picture of my dog, Cher.
She’s the very best dog in the world. And SMART, hoo boy, is she smart. But right here, in this picture, she’s convinced that she can get this ball, which is a toy for horses, into her mouth.
Not gonna happen.
The look she has on her face? That’s what we call, “The Crazy Eye”.
That’s the look you get when your complete dedication to a task is met by the utter refusal of the universe to cooperate. I’m pretty sure she learned it from me.
I’m going to stop this post now before I succumb to the temptation to make a bunch of ball swallowing jokes. See? 2012 is the year of mature restraint!
