Sat
Dec
10
Father and daughter bond over magic-decoder-ring messages that I can’t read. The dog wanders under the table pitifully squeaking his dying squeak toy.
Squeak. Squeak. Sqeeeee… thfth.
And again … squeak, sqeethfth….
Squee… thfth… thfth … thfthhhh.
The message that emerges from the decoder ring? “Please stop the dog.”
