I packed up the dog and rode my wife’s motorcycle down to Florida in order to get the bike to her and to help out.
It was not the best idea I ever had. Before the dog and I headed back she had already started out complaining and bitching. Once we got back home, the fun really started.
And yes, I did screw up dumping the wrong type of sand on the lanai...
Yes, I did create a FaceBook page in our dog’s name: IB Sandi. It has a grand total of 13 “friends”, most of which are relatives or actual friends. And there are times I do post on there in Sandy’s voice - she’s a dog and can’t really type all that well.
I will admit that there is a bit of fun in keeping the post going. Our friends seem to enjoy it, as they respond. I enjoy it because it gives me an excuse to talk about my dog without force-feeding it down other peoples throats by putting stuff on their walls.
And Sandy doesn’t care one iota. Not even that I spell her name with an “i”.
But because of this, Kay thinks I’m schizo or psycho - and loves to tell me.
And she does have an active security system - just not a 24-hr monitored security system.
Thus...
Kay refuses to start her own FaceBook page, claiming she would have no friends or she “might go off on someone”, or doesn’t want people to know what she’s doing.
But she has no problem pretending to be me as she posts on my or Sandi’s page...
Sigh…
