Hey, guess what...

It rained earlier tonight. They were so clean just moments before. Apparently there is treasure buried in my back yard and Tess is eager to find it so we can all go retire to the islands and live off the interest.

Maybe I should move the "X" to a spot that is less muddy.

Still can't dance...

But I'll be damned if they don't know what to do when I stop moving.



Gonna be a fun couple of days to come!

An executive decision

I take way too little time off work. Tomorrow after checking up on a few things, I'll be off like a prom dress until Wednesday. I've got no concrete plans as of yet other than to enjoy my longest vacation in at least two years. How sad is that?

I wish tonight wasn't such a milestone night

Folks, this is going to get ugly. Lord, help us all.

Let's roll

A milestone night. Tess took her first ride in the car outside of her kennel. On the way to run a very important errand, she just laid on the back seat, but on the way back home she got her car legs and at least got her nose close to the window. She's going to make a good first officer.

My co-pilot performed her usual duties of sniffing out neighborhood cats, squirrels, teenagers and other evil creatures that roam the streets at this hour.

In other news...the new neighbors have a pit bull. He looks to be about 9 months old. They've been in the neighborhood for about a month, but the dog is very recent addition. Just wait until the cul-de-sac/Sunday BBQ/gossip mill/let the dogs and kids play together crowd gets word of this new development! My weekend project is to make a preemptive strike and get my dogs and their killer together for tea and to read them the riot act. We share a fence, we share common goals, we share a love for dogs. Good dogs. I know, Molly will show her teeth and growl at whomever asks...I'll also let my tiny little, dog deprived nephew tug on her ears and bite her tail. Tess still bites everything, so they have not yet had the pleasure of an introduction.

Guess what we don't share? When that cute little pit bull puppy grows up and becomes aggressive? Answer...the shovel. Dig your own hole.

Who knows though, tea time might smooth out all the rough edges and it might become a non-issue. Regardless of what happens between us, I'd like to see how it flies with the rest of the neighbors. I'm guessing the Sunday bbq crowd will not be pleased.

It only took me a year living here as a single man in the design industry to convince them that I'm not gay. I wonder how long it will take for the new neighbors to convince them that pit bulls are cute, cuddly love machines?

End rant. Hey, Tess went for a ride with me and Molly tonight!

To Adam, Love Dad

The UPS man paid me a visit today at work. Packages are fun to get! This one was from Dear Ole Dad. What was inside? My bird flu drugs and special masks so none of you jokers can pass it on to me! The "money line" in the enclosed note was this:

I am convinced it's only a matter of time before bird flu gets here and by that time, pharmacies will be out and the mail service will have been shut down to prevent it from spreading.

He was sorry, but he was unable to locate any dog masks.

A little background makes this "gift" funny. Around 1996, when Y2K became a familiar part of our vocabularies, my dad began stocking up on guns, ammunition, medical supplies, batteries, food, water and, of course, toilet paper. He even went so far as to buy land in Honduras for us to spend the rest of our days after the proverbial "shit hit the fan." Somewhere around '98 he began buying cases upon cases of cigarettes and booze and more guns and ammo. So much that I'm convinced the ATF has him on a special list to this day. Side note: I saw a t-shirt that I need to get him that says "Alcohol,Tobacco and Firearms should be the name of a convenience store, not a government agency."

You see, the booze and cigarettes were because soon after Y2K, our economy would crumble and we'd go back to bartering for goods and services...he wanted to have "currency."

We still make fun of him for his Y2K stockpile...Let's hope we can make fun of his bird flu obsession in the same sentence at the Thanksgiving table a few years from now. I'd hate to think what awful fate would befall me if it really does become an epidemic!

I will never understand women...

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I guess I should just stop trying. Here is a follow up picture of how the struggle for bone dominance ended. Its nice to see that Molly, despite her pitiful lack of bone possession, is still willing to smile for the camera.

Such is my life. Tess isn't really a glutton, she's just a fan of annoying ole Mols.

Lesson learned over the weekend

No matter how hilarious it is to watch dogs eat corn on the cob, its not a smart thing to do...unless of course the dogs belong to someone else.

Sometimes in life you make the same mistakes over and over. I have a feeling that I won't make this mistake EVER again. Damn, it was funny while it lasted though...those were some of the cleanest cobs I've ever seen.

The puppy kennel rides for the last time

...For the next few years anyway. In a few weeks Tess will have officially outgrown her travel palace. I'll finally have to use that 15% off coupon Petco sent a while back. I've been saving it for her upgrade. The only questions...which dog do I strap to the roof from now on? Should they take turns? Do I get one of those police car/taxi type divider for the back so I can listen to them play grab-ass the whole trip?

The good thing about heading north for the weekend is that it means tomorrow is a "Take your dogs to work day." The bad thing about leaving town is the fact that I have to do laundry tonight so I'll have clean drawers to wear.

On the weekend agenda: Pitch some washers, drink some cold beer, grill some fine meats and have a drunken political conversations with my bestest liberal friend. Bless his heart!

What are y'all up to this weekend?

Another scavenger hunt

I guess its easier than trying to tie her tooth to a doorknob. I think she's been swallowing them...I'm not THAT willing to get a dollar from the Tooth Fairy!