tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456279921090748520.post1600854881966857324..comments2023-11-03T00:49:54.933-07:00Comments on Writing with Light: Of Horns and HoundsChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07232403106779550742noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456279921090748520.post-768979398575664432014-05-07T16:37:52.871-07:002014-05-07T16:37:52.871-07:00I'd love to have met Penelope—though now I fee...I'd love to have met Penelope—though now I feel as if I have. What a great description.Christiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07232403106779550742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456279921090748520.post-83685539796505119672014-05-03T12:58:06.331-07:002014-05-03T12:58:06.331-07:00oh! i had no idea of the horn. how interesting. n...oh! i had no idea of the horn. how interesting. now i want to hear one.<br />i do however have memories of a very dear bassett once upon a time in my life.<br />penelope. <br />stand clear when she drank. because her jowls held at least two cups and after a nice long drink ... yes.<br />head shaking! ears flying and two cups of bassett water!<br />and the gait ... i never tired of walking behind her.<br />it was the cross between marilyn monroe and elmer fudd. tammy jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16568939993585811311noreply@blogger.com