Kibbles N' Meth N' Meth N' Meth N' Meth

We went for a picnic tonight. it was nice. Got some sammiches together and a bottle o' wine. (I seem to have had more of the bottle of wine than I'd thought. It's hard to type.)
Wandered up the hill to the park at the top of the street.
It was full of people with their dogs.
We had a blast, just sitting there and watching the dogs running around.
One little boston terrier was chasing this tall skinny dog, kinda greyhound-lookin' but with a long feathery tail and ears, forget what those are. It was funny, they were just tearing around, and then the Boston Terrier was looking at the tall dog's ass, and Dave said, "They're going to do it. One way or another. Somehow."
they didn't, but in a little while two Jack Russel Terriers showed up, and a Golden Retriever, and the Jack Russel was leaping up and trying to hump the goldie in midair.

dave and I were pretty much paralyzed with laughter throughout. I think the dog people could hear us, and they sort of avoided us. The Boston Terrier came over and was snorting around at us. I pointed out to the owner that he kind of looked like Stitch, from Lilo and Stitch... well, he did.
She was amused, fortunately.

Man, I'm a little tipsy. My tolerance 't'ain't what it used to be. Wheeeeee....
I'm attempting to reinterpret the romance of two Tolkien characters as a dark, brothers-Grimm-style fairy tale. It's fun.
Wheee.
More fun when I'm too tipsy to type properly.

You can feel free to amuse yourselves by checking this entry for typos. Carry on.