I think I can explain what's going on. Greta and Max, the dogs, through some sort of demonic canine ritual, have possessed the souls and brains of Saul and Eve. This explains two things: Why they are talking that way, and why they are constantly going for walks.
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OK, so this is the southern section of the boardwalk that is on the northern side of the city. Got it? As the gulls swarm and ready themselves to attack, I must say that the years have not been kind to Rod Taylor and Tippi Hedren.
Today's (thoroughly bored) Boldface Haiku is titled
"Bullet Points From The Assisted Living Brochure".
Fresh. Great!
Can, will.
New views. Sightseeing.
Happy...more!
"Greta enjoys sightseeing. Next week, we're going to Niagara Falls."
So Eve is walking behind Saul and at a very close distance. This is something we used to do while clowning around in grade school. It's nice to see they're keeping young.
Dogs could use some canine companionship. I guess.
-- Scottie McW.
I remember that walking close behind thing too, Scottie McW. Eve looks like she's about to follow through with the next grade school antic and give Saul a wedgie.
HelenClark
Today’s MW dialogue was composed by artificial not-so-intelligent intelligence.
Speaking of not so intelligent, what are the odds that two dolts who are completely wrapped up in their dogs would find each other? I’m wishing for a rogue tsunami to hit this part of the boardwalk pronto.
I notice that Sol has lifts for his shoes.
So, Mary, you can expect Sol to hit you up for a loan— because he’s a little short!
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