The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
George, get help!
While I was walking George in the woods a tree attempted to stab me with an overhanging branch. I told it off quite severely saying, 'You stupid tree! You could have pierced my aorta and I could have started spurting blood and I'd have to have sent George to fetch help.'
Which is all just an excuse to show you again one of my favourite cartoons.