Well, my spate of not having anything to say seems to have continued. It's gray, it's a bit gloomy, I have numerous things I need to do and it is absolutely not true that if you pluck a hair over and over it will finally quit growing.
So honestly, you don't want to know what's in my mind today (a field of continually plucked and yet ever-growing hairs, as it were) and to be brutally honest, I want my dogs to die more than I ever have which is a whole lot. Do you know what my guest room smells like? Yeah. Dog pee.
Do you know what my living room smells like?
You're right! Dog pee!
Is it truly "quality of life" if the best thing you can say about two animals is that your grandchild likes to give them dog treats? Which he practically has to shove into their mouths because they can't see the treats?
All right. That's quite enough of THAT, Ms. Moon.
I expect the ASPCA to come calling any moment. GOOD! Come on, take custody of these animals.
Hopefully, the day will proceed in a better manner.