- Brain is still cooked from yesterday noon at the Loufest. There isn’t much more to say about LouFest except for Gary’s review of She and Him: “She’s really pretty.”
- Hey, look! A blog post disappeared. I got spanked by one of the in-laws (not the one you’d expect) and now a blog post is gone, fairly. I MIGHT end up telling you the Highway 70 Express Lanes story anyway.
- The dog Mac is almost normal, according to his blood tests, but that doesn’t mean much. The question is, how fast will he decline? And on that note, think good thoughts of Jammies’ late Littlefoot, who was in Macs same situation a few months ago, with the same good blood test results.
- It’s suprising how much more you can moon over a dog when you can’t show your Love with treats. We might let the dog drive the car soon.
Putting the TMI in absentminded
2 responses to “Bullets for a Late Sunday Evening”
OMG, Oscar would love to drive but he’s too short to see over the steering wheel. But when I take the t-tops out and we’re cruising through town (apparently better smells than on the highway) he’s a happy passenger. Plus, if I let him drive he’d just go to McDonalds where they give him free food because he’s cute.
Amy_in_StL – They used to do the same for Mac at the Starbucks. Dog Treats, though, not coffee.