The Daily Cute

When you’re this well-dressed they call you Mr.

Would someone please stop that racket? I’m trying to nap. Fine. I’ll do it myself but I’m not taking a message.

It ain’t like momma made, but it ain’t half bad.

I don’t need a bowl. Just dump it right in my mouth, please.

So the lawn was mowed the other day and the clippings were raked into neat piles. When I came home from work that night, my husband was very excited to show me some pictures he’d taken. I knew I immediately had to share those pictures here. Ladies and gentlemen, my dear, sweet Dewey.