George goes shopping, and other stories

He's the dog-about-town, George is. Did you know that some stores actually allow pets inside? George went for a ride with me on Sunday on a mission to find um, well, actually it was some wine.

It's rather annoying trying to find alcoholic beverages in the state of Pennsylvania. If you just want a six pack of beer, you either need to go to a bar and none of them are open early on Sunday, or you could just head downstate into Delaware where they actually sell six-packs of beer in normal places. Wine is sold in a "spirits shop" and liquor is sold at the state store. I really miss my favorite liquor store in Middletown, Delaware where they sold six-packs and cases of beer, a huge selection of wine, and of course, the liquor.

So there I was, driving along on a beautiful Sunday morning. Um, looking for a wine store. And as I was glancing out the window thinking what a nice area this was, I saw a Chico's. So I zipped over into the next lane and headed towards Mecca. Er, I mean Chico's. I left George in the car right out front and when the salespeople saw him, they told me to bring him in. They told me that they allowed dogs to come in and hang out while their owners shop. Of course, the owners will be spending money, but regardless, George was a huge hit and was petted and fawned over by everyone. I just love this dog.

On another note, as most of you know by now, back in early July I started a photography blog. I didn't say anything about it other than to post a little header link along the right side of this page. If you haven't been there yet, you are welcome to come visit. I post a picture every single day. Usually even on Sundays.

And now I'd like to answer to a burning question posed by Mary of Little Red House. As most of you know, sometimes I say ding dang diddly which means "boy howdy" or "gosh, that is exciting" or even "oh, my God, did you see how huge her ass was?" So ding dang diddly can mean a host of different things.

Mary comments about my husband, "So tell us, what do veddy proper Brits say when a phrase like 'ding dang diddly' is called for? I'm dying to know!"

Well, Mary, I don't know how veddy proper my husband is at all. You'd never know he was British really; he doesn't have a pronounced accent or anything as he's been in this country since he was very young. Well, except for some of the phrases he uses. Oh, and the food he eats. He would never say anything as silly and ridiculous as ding dang diddly. Mary, what he would probably say is "bloody hell" which he pretty much uses for everything.

Bloody hell can be used as an exclamation, like "oh, wow". It could also be "darn it". But he mostly uses it when Blackie the cat meows to get in. Blackie will want in and out so much it makes your head spin. We used to have a pet door at the old place but there's no fence here so we don't use one. And when she comes a-meowing yet again, he will bellow "that bloody cat"! "bloody hell"! "she's a bloody pain in the a**"! And then he'll end it with a "Blimey." Here's a cool website on British slang terms that you may find interesting. I've heard an awful lot of them in my life and even use one or two of them myself.

Allrighty. I think that's it for now.

Until tomorrow, my friends.