OH! Ouch!  The shnoz can be a deadly weapon!Â
I get a little nose up my back end a lot. I'll stop and all of a dog head in my pants. Grace doesn't watch where she's going.
Laugh Laugh-laugh...Laugh-Laugh OUT LOUD!
She's like a little kid (like me when I was a kid.) I don't know how many times I ran into my mother when she and I were walking in the store. I even ran into a parking meter once because I was looking where I had been instead of where I was going. Â
Me and Grace are like that cartoon with the really fat lady with the chiwawa in her bummy.
Ha! Ha! Like the cartoon lady getting out of the car in "The Triplets of Belleville!" She has a dead man in her butt when she gets out of the limo.
I was a lot shorter than everyone else in Jr. high, so my problem was turning around suddenly into the breasts of the taller girls...face first. Ugh!
For a long time Betti ran into the walls all over the house. She doesn't watch where she's going either. Greta just stumbles on her front end when she walks on the sidewalk or in the park. Lou is simply a big lummox and tries to turn around in the narrow space between the coffee table and sofa, whipping is big tail around in our faces and swiping things onto the floor. Greta and Betti have enough sense to back up. LOL
