My daughter is in the back yard playing whiffleball with her nine-pound Bichon Frisé Bea — and she’s heckling her own dog.
Ruminations about hermeneutics, theology, theory, politics, ecclesiastical life… and exercise.
Ruminations about hermeneutics, theology, theory, politics, ecclesiastical life… and exercise.
Well, this is the same daughter who threatens to fry me in Joy-Yee’s sauce when I beat her at cards….
Are you suggesting that Bea’s behavior is not heckleworthy? Hey, Margaret, AKMA’s sticking up for Bea!