I’m blaming her for everything now. She’s anti-social and a poop anyway. The Bud(Groverthewonderdog) and I went out Saturday for a little walk in the sunshine (20F) and couldn’t get very far because of the salt on the road. He was limping after 2/3 of a block so we had to come home by way of snowy yards. The Pissyfairy is such a bitch. He was happy to have been out, but I think he understood why we came home. Or, probably more the case, he hurt and wasn’t unhappy to get away from the hurt. We get along well because we are alike. We finally got out this morning for our walk. Halfway around he started limping again and the streets appeared dry (although very dark at 5:30 a.m.). I finally figured out that he would go up in the yards and walk in the snow and then come down on the street where all the salt is. I tried to keep him on the street as much as possible and washed his paws and pads when we got home. le sigh.
I apologize for the comments being blocked. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but there’s a little check mark box below the posting area that I’ve never had to look at before because my comments were never blocked. I have to check the box now to ensure that comments are open. I love the innerwebs and technology and tweaking of same. Happy Tuesday, people.
My soundtrack for today? How about “Baby It’s Cold Outside” featuring Miss Piggy and a personal favorite of mine, Rudoph Nureyev.