Just got back from dropping Dude off at the kennel, which actually left me a little sad. I mean, aside from the constant humping, fondness for chewing the crotch of Jim’s underwear and penchant for letting his pink thing flop out and slime my arm when I’m carrying him… he’s really a very sweet dog.

And I can’t help but worry… what if the german doggies tease him because he doesn’t speak their language? What if he tries to hump the wrong rottwiler during outside-play time? What if he falls in with a bad crowd, takes up smoking and knocks up some lowlife poodle? I’m not ready to be a grandmother…

Oh, who am I kidding, for twelve glorious days I won’t be forced to stare at this:

off with the pink thing!

On this day..

• Psyched. - 2008
• Ulterior motive. - 2008
• A big 'fuck you' to Valentine's day. - 2007
• Say goodnight, Gracie - 2006
• Patience isn't a virtue and Denver is boring... - 2006