Mike Rowe

Mike does the talking for Freddy this week. He tells us how little inquisitive Freddy had a narrow escape

Hello Humans. What’s more satisfying than rifling through His Majesty’s inbox and seeing the teeming masses clamoring for my weekly words?

Not much to report today. Went for a drive and stopped by a mountain lake.

The biped’s back in Baltimore, (wherever that is,) watching a “playoff,” (whatever that means.)

Fridays With Freddy ~ I’d like to take a moment to publicly apologize for crapping all over your Genius Bar.

Fridays with Freddy ~ I’ve noticed some ambiguity with respect to the direction in which my complimentary chew paper

It’s probably none of my business, but with His Majesty on the road, (again,)

Fridays with Freddy … “It started as a spontaneous walk

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m tired. I mean really, really tired.

I received a package in the mail today. This has never happened before,

I admit it. I’m not exactly what you’d call a poster child for obedience. I don’t roll over. I don’t bark on command. And I don’t come just because I’ve been called. Call me old-fashioned,

Mike Rowe, you are such an asshole! Did the Waltons