Looking guilty and dejected. Having shame on one’s face. Or, an expression of low-down, dirty-dog sneakiness.
What I Thought It Meant:
A method of last resort, when attempting to housebreak a dog.
Categories: A Smartass Post
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Sharing support with stories & humor
Some thoughts from author and agent Marie Lamba
Catxman dances, Catxman spins around, leaps ....... // I sing a song, a song of hope, a song of looove -- a song of burning roses. / Synthesizer notes. // (c) 2021-22
Celebrating God's creatures, birds and plants...
Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over
A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing
Where smartasses chase unicorns
Just another WordPress.com site
A site for the Barsetshire Diaries Books and others
Words are art on paper, and for me they are the seeds of my soul.
Humor and Lifestyle
I read to live, I write to share their life
Writer. Reader. A mom and a romantic dreamer 🥰 💕
A 60-something guy trying to figure out the world, and his place in it.
joy, happiness, travel, adventure, gratitude
Paris, Travel and Family
Light is a state-of-mind.