A poem

There’s a white board on my refrigerator, and the Loch Ness Monster magnet I bought in Scotland uses it as her home. She has shared a variety of messages with me over the last year or so (I call them Nessie Notes!) but recently, I think there’s been some outside interference. Normally, Nessie is very helpful & loving.

This morning, however, there was a much less positive message:

While I’m normally not one to give in to a terrorist’s demands, my heart aches for my llama clan. Here’s a recent shot of them (all together, a rare treat!) as they were anxiously awaiting Owen’s return from a visit to his mom in Salt Lake City.

Llana, Llama Del Ray, Michelle Ollama, Obama the Llama,
Lliam and Llaertes. The whole herd.

So, in hopes of getting at least one of my precious fur-babies back, I’ve done as required. Below is a link to a recording of Dirty Runny, by Shel Silverstein.
Hopefully the kidnapper won’t hold out for something serious or romantic. This is what I’ve got!

Dirty Runny by Shel Silverstein