Sicker Than A Dog
Okay, I lied, Santa didn’t give me coal, he gave me a cold. Blame the confusion on my stuffy nose. I’ve been down for the count and sicker than a dog for the last couple of days, but tonight I think there’s a glimmer of hope on the horizon. Tonight, I feel almost human. Zombie-like, but human zombie, so it’s an improvement.
So in honor of how sick I’ve been — and so I can fill this entry out with some semblance of actual content — here’s a look at what our two dogs spend entirely too much time doing:
Billy
Suki
Thanks!
[throws remainder of uneaten breakfast into the trash]
Now that’s attactive. What, you didn’t have any pics of them licking themselves? :-)
David, you have to learn to read Chuck’s blog AFTER you eat.
I like the couch, Chuck. How about a picture of your entire living room? Cleaning first is now allowed.
I have four cats that do that
David/Jim: Jim’s right, you have to read me AFTER you eat. It’s Pie, remember? Dessert. After the meal. And Jim, those pictures were carefully cropped to hide what a pigsty our family room is … but I may take you up on that challenge anyway. I have no shame, after all.
Gavin: I’ll see your four cats and raise you two more. AND my six pee on the laundry. Beat that!