enough dog posts already!

Someone's not having a great day. And I don't even mean me, the guy who has to clean up after what's-her-muzzle.

Experience has told me that when Daisy is panting like mad, tongue hanging over the floor creating a puddle, I must run and grab some paper towel.

I did so today. It's nice to anticipate these things, as squeegeeing barf off the floor isn't an activity I relish. She obediently deposits onto the towel and we see what happens next.


What happened next was a very quick dash to the backyard. She was runny from both ends today, something her long fur isn't well-suited for. On her way back in afterward I scooped her up and gave her a haircut. Let me tell you, cutting poo off a dog is a whole lot quicker than giving a bath. The fur around her tail may look patchy, but at least she's clean in a jiffy!

So yeah, that's my fun for the day.

On Sunday Carrie wanted to go skating on the canal; I caved and we headed out in -25° breezy weather for some exercise. It's miserable work getting bundled, but once you get moving you start sweating soon enough.

It should be milder for a bit now. Some more snow would be nice...