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Got a nicely printed color postcard this morning
from the Spokane Transit Authority wondering if
we would like to be "part of a dynamic new project
to improve the way people connect to places in
Spokane." And if you did, they gave a number to
call to get an application to sign up for the project.
We accidentally got three postcards. My dog Sasha
showed immediate interest in the postcards, and
since we had an extra one we gave one to her. She
loves to "get mail."
I don't know whether this means Sasha is or
is not interested in the Transit project.
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"She is chewing the idea."LMAO. Good one.And yes, it does mean the same thing. We normally say "chewing it over" or "chewing the fat.":up:
She is chewing the idea :DI am not sure if this means the same in English as it means in Serbian, though 😆
My cat is also an intellectual, but due to some sort of genetic mutation she reads with her butt. In the morning I'd sometimes find her sitting by the door waiting for the daily news paper to slide through the mail slot, and when it does, she'll sit on it. If I leave a magazine or a book on the floor or on a chair, I'd come back and find her sitting on it. I don't know how she does it, but then again cats, dogs and chickens are superior beings that can't be judged by human measures.
😆 Interesting behavior."All the news that's fit to stick my butt on."
She sure seems interested to me. In the card, at least.:D:lol:
Star my sister sent Sasha her own card one time. 3 guesses what Sasha did with it and the first 2 don't count. 😆
@ Linda. LMAO. And then it will get REALLY scary!
Sasha is ingesting her knowledge and if you continue to give her mail, she will end up a dog superior in knowledge and understanding. 😀
Ms Sasha Gottataluvya is one very much wanted girl! very photogenic too! wet kisses to Sasha! :heart:
Kisses back. 🙂
Hmmmmmm…..CJ just seems to like tissues from the waste basket. Not much reading or intellectualizing there. When I got home late last night, I found the entire contents of the basket empty on my bedroom floor. Hopefully, she doesn't eat them anymore but they were torn into a million tiny pieces.
:)Well welcome back Pam. Hope the dogs were okay — except for the waste basket.