Wednesday, September 17, 2008


This is Chester. He lives outside--sometimes--and then, when the weather is too cool or too hot his owners open that little window and Chester trots right up there and inside the house. Burglars are not invited.

The last time I saw Chester the window was open and he was lying in the open window, as pleased with himself as if he were the king of France. Oh, wait. The king of France was beheaded. Chester was pleased to be some other metaphor.

1 comment:

Tierney said...

oh, such cute ending. you are making me laugh this morning! I took a comment from my employer too much to heart and was feeling sad, and I knew I could go to your blog to get some happy. I was not disappointed. Only you could turn the neighbor's dog Chester into such an amusing little piece.