Golden girls present as sleek of style, but the ins of their fins carry a state both feral and farouche towards any sharky smile. ; )

Callie shred the tinsel as if it was grass and she was mow.

Then, she ate the entire festoon of living room’s mistletoe.

So, now, she has been banished to fluffy field of feet of snow—

Where she just espied her next task: a row to and fro of rainbow no-no aglow. ; )

After snack and a nap, what’s-up? pup propped self upon sill in order to chill and, as well, relay barks senary—

One each for ‘Hullo.’, ‘Squirrel!’, ‘Bacon?’, ‘Mom!’, ‘Pats?’, and ‘Me.’—responses of a canine nature both apt and plenary. ; )

When without direction stands you to the same spot as ways wimbled into a whirlwind of wandering woos, heading towards the right point happens only after you realize wrong paths are the ones you do not choose. ; )

Regarding his days, ever under skyed greys, in the pursuit of verified venditions, soul’s strolls, having bought into creating wholes, saw tide’s rising sails’ more purposed renditions. ; )