Still can't get the duct tape off the dog.  Got a major case of spring fever.  I want to go skinny dipping in the ocean under a full moon.  I did wade a little in the muddy ooze in the pond.  To my daughter: forget Colin Firth.  Go find me Adrian Paul and I'll show him the true meaning of "there can be only one".  I won't need a sword to make him pant like a long-haired puppy on a hot day and beg for his life!  Genetics are hell, ain't they girl?

Nine days and counting....

My poor dog had to get his toe amputated.  Then he had to have one of those lampshade collars around his neck so he wouldn't chew his foot.  He really was not a happy camper with this, whining constantly.  My husband (aka Dr. Dolittle) fashioned a plastic cylinder (recycled doggie treat container) to put on the dog's leg and duct-taped it to the poor dog to keep his leg clean when the pooch went outside.  Now the pooch leaves very strange tracks-3 paw prints and a circle.  The puppy keeps trying to chew this contraption off the other dog's leg.  Keep in mind that dystopian helped to raise this canine for a brief time during her formative years, so that should explain a lot.  12 days and counting (sound of "Taps" being played in the backround, or is it "The Old Gray Mare Ain't What She Used to Be"?

  Feel the love?

Ooh:   1/2 Xanex works for dogs.  Mine looks stoned.

dys,

how the hell do i comment on your blog

       signed, the hopeless madhatter