As a mature golden retriever I work each day on staying calm…but things that really upset me have to do with moving things around…you know like rearranging the furniture…putting things into boxes and suitcases…I just get a little worried. Well, the biggest move is about to happen tomorrow in the White House…“The most frenzied American ritual you’ve never seen is called the “transfer of families,” a five-hour tsunami of activity that transforms President Obama’s home into President Trump’s.”
If I were there for this frantic…beat the clock move…I’d position my golden-self in the kitchen…no boxes…no relocating stuff…just folks cooking up a storm of food for the coming guests of the President…which opens up the possibility for crumbs…perhaps a scrap or two!?! Peace…Paws Up!
Haha that’s a nice idea
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I’ll meet you in the kitchen!
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Wow, cool!
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Giving you a golden glow! Tanks!!!
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Sounds like a good place to ride out the storm.
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The kitchen always works!
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I would sit there with you hoping for crumbs and scraps!!!
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And a golden floor feast we might grab 🙂
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Yummmmmmmm!
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