About me: i was abandoned and left for dead in the middle of nowhere. i woke up in the back of a cold, steel cage at an animal shelter. all was hopeless. then one day this strange looking dude in a baseball hat strolled by. the rest is history. you'll have to wait for my feature film for the longer version.
in the meantime, me and the strange looking dude are going to do a podcast show on wiredparish.com beginning in february. it's called:
Life, God, My Dog Jack: a conversation among nobodies.
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Hey Jack! Thanks for the add on behalf of Terrwyn. You are one of God's sweet little creatures! You have the cutest face I have ever seen! Take care, Jack, and keep Jim in line! Have a great week!
Hey Jack! Guess what, I did a post on Jim today and I mentioned you too! I even put a pic of you up next to my girl, Daisy. I'd introduce you but she's really got some issues you probably would not want in a mate. Here's my blog address:
http://barbara007.typepad.com/prodigal_daughter/
Hey Jack, thanks for the wise comment you left on my page. You know, I was thinking about the same thing. Jesus could have been born in any humble environment, but for some reason God chose his son to arrive in a home of four-legged creatures. I think God put dogs on this earth to give us another taste of what unconditional love is like. Anyway, I enjoy our philosophical discussions. May you have a ferocious tail-wagging Christmas with your Palmer clan.
Hey there Jack Rickie. Thanks for the add. I sure am amazed at your accomplishments of this myspace and your wired parish show...and all this without any evan opposable thumbs.
oh rickie jack! i long to stroke thy furry face...fetch this weekend?? or maybe we could take a stroll through the park and grab a cool cuppa toilet water at those great new public bathrooms...what d'you say boy?
Jack! Divine Canine, I am SO glad to see that you finally got your own myspace page. (And believe me, I understand that it's no small feat to keyboard with paws.) I read a quote by Edith Wharton today, referring to her dog, and thought you might like it: "A heart beat, at my feet."
