Drew told Lean that Cupcake died, he just blurted it out. She cried a little and asked a million questions. The most popular question (asked at least 20-30 times) was "How do you know he was dead, he never moves, he's always in a coma?" I even started doubting myself, how did I know for sure? Oh right his body part flew off.
I have utterly and abominably failed my job as canine correctional officer. A few weeks ago Penny began jumping over the fence again, she didn't care if she got shocked. I accidentally checked to see if the collar worked, it definitely did. She became a canine masochist flinging herself over the fence all the while being shocked.
At first she would come home for visits and to be fed. Polka is, of course, devastated. We bought Penny to be a companion for him after all.
This last week she stopped coming home even to be fed. She visited for one hour and that was it.
Yesterday we drove around the neighborhood and saw her in some one's yard . We called her, she stood up and ran into their garage to escape us. WTF? Drew called them and the people said she lives there all the time, but they don't feed her. She plays with their dogs during the day. They take their dogs in at night but she still sleeps in their yard. They tried to put her in their fence, of course that didn't work. We offered to let them keep her, they don't want her but she won't leave their yard and jumps in their backyard to play with their dogs.
Anyway they are trying to find someone on a farm that needs a good dog. Maybe it will work out.
We went to Health Camp (little irony there for ya) for burgers and I finally got to say, "I can has cheez burger?" Everyone just stared at me, whatever people don't you ever go on line?
Drew told me he has seen the goat hair but never noticed the stache. Love is blind to all but errant chin growth.