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For guilty laughs it's hard to beat walking Her Puppiness in an Elizabethan collar. The way it wags from side to side in sync with her step makes her look like a cross between a wind-up toy and a musical instrument. Why does she need one? Vet's orders. She's licked a sore into her foreleg due to summertime allergies. The poor Puppigrrl is miserable from getting stuck on the furniture, fences, asphalt, etc.
Must keel a) my white-trash kitty-corner neighbor for yelling at somebody at Bob knows what hour last night, b) east coast people who call before 7 a.m. our time, and c) whoever put the voodoo curse on me that keeps me from going back to sleep quickly when I wake up spontaneously at 5 a.m.
Must keel a) my white-trash kitty-corner neighbor for yelling at somebody at Bob knows what hour last night, b) east coast people who call before 7 a.m. our time, and c) whoever put the voodoo curse on me that keeps me from going back to sleep quickly when I wake up spontaneously at 5 a.m.
