Rock me, Sherlock.

Sometimes, a writer experiences something far beyond description.

This is one of those experiences for me.

"Cindy and Bert."

Oh.

My.

Word.

Especially "Bert"'s stare around :45 - I think he's trying to communicate telepathically with us, but not quite sure what the message is...but I can't get the thought, " delicious potato soup" out of my head!

How could that dog just sit there...and be so calm while I feel like dunking my head in rubbing alcohol!


*NOTE - A sadvertising reader informed me that in the 70s and 80s, German National Radio had to play a certain number of hours of German-language music. So, I guess, after much thought, it totally makes sense to sing about The Hound of the Baskervilles to Black Sabbath music.

Duh!