baddog

I was taking one of my daily walks yesterday, when I stopped to chat with one of the neighborhood's older residents. She is 93, takes nice care of her yard, and even though her eyesight is failing, she really enjoys jigsaw puzzles.

Anyway, she told me she had gotten a new puzzle and was having trouble getting started; she asked if I could come in and give her a hand. I asked what the puzzle was of and she said it was a rooster. That sounded like it could be a challenge, so I came inside to take a look.

After a quick look at the pile on the kitchen table I told her that there was no way this was going to end up looking like a rooster. I told her to make herself some tea, and I would put the corn flakes back in the box for her.