There are no bad owners, only bad dogs



letme tell you about a fab-u-lous Friday thing in G.B. called the "pub lunch." not only are you ALLOWED to have a glass of wine, you are ENCOURAGED to do so and your boss buys it (them) for you. So all of the other crap is slightly, er, mitigated. Then your boss tells bawdy stories and makes his seckaterry blush. It's revolutionary.

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