Poor Tiny Dog. Not only is there shame involved in The Wearing Of The Cone – it also keeps her from beer.
After Sweety finishes one, he’ll throw it across the room and Tiny Dog will rocket to it & spend all night trying to crack it open to get to the few drops left inside. When she was presented with a bottle that actually had stuff in it, she almost lost her mind.
Sweety does let loose with some cursing. He’d had a bit to drink and I had already chased him around the house while wielding Tiny as a weapon. So he was a little jumpy around her.
A brush fire started on Friday and we’ve been choking on the smoke ever since. If it’s not pollen trying to liquify me from the inside out then it’s smoke in the air. As the crow flies, we are maybe 8 or so miles from it but it’s still yucky outside here. I wish I lived in a bubble. An air conditioned bubble. With Tiny Dog. And Sweety. And my computer. But that’s it.
Speaking of Tiny Dog!
See these adorable toehawks? (like mohawks for the toes)
I love it when she’s like this on my lap because it gives me unfettered access to molest the toehawks. I love to touch them. I would decorate them if I were crafty and had some teensy beads. Who cares if she’s a crying bitch in the middle of the night? She brings me cute and hairy toes! If only Sweety would let her in the bed with us so I could sniff them as I go to sleep…
Tonight is the season finale of my new guilty pleasure. Eastbound and Down. Does anybody else watch it? It took me a few episodes to not be horrified at myself for wanting to laugh at it. Now, I embrace it. I am such a fandork that I follow Kenny on Twitter. Sweety and I will randomly utter quotes from the show at each other. “I’m Kenny Fucking Powers! And you’re not!” “I’ve got a dental dam in my truck.”
