Thursday, October 15, 2015

yakkety yak


Charlie and I hike up to the tennis courts they have where he lives. I've never seen anyone playing tennis so I'm sure they won't mind us taking advantage of clean surface and sturdy fences.

He's got language by the tail with a non-stop patois of gibberish that leaves this mere mortal clueless. He gestures, uses inflection and clearly wants to have a say.  There's also a strong note of pity for his witless audience especially if I try to imitate him. The arched eyebrow glare is priceless.


2 comments:

Nancy said...

He is so big now, but still adorable! Yes, sometimes we just have to nod agreement and hope for the best ;)

Ms. said...

This portrait in words is perfect...and oh, my he is working hard at life the dear boy.

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Whew - thanks for the run on Dirty Threads . I've packed up the orders and will get them to the post office in a while. This lot he...

Play it again Sam.