My daughter is in the back yard playing whiffleball with her nine-pound Bichon Frisé Bea — and she’s heckling her own dog.
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My daughter is in the back yard playing whiffleball with her nine-pound Bichon Frisé Bea — and she’s heckling her own dog.
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!