The biggest boy in the world enjoyed about a dozen chocolate cookies last week and had a nasty trip to the vet. He's been a bit grumpy since then. However, because la madre has been working way too much, there was a bit of financial reward that allowed us to pick up a new couch -- not chewed on by dogs! -- and a new mattress; both of which he finds extremely comfortable and suitable reward for his patience. After all, it's all about him, right? Odd story about the couch -- went for the extra strength fabric protection because of the dogs, but the saleswoman was trying to pitch it as this way: "And it covers all bodily fluids, so if someone vomits on your couch...." Me, interrupting: "If someone vomits on my couch, they're buying me a new one!" Not really a lifestyle choice in the lasts, oh, 30 years or so.

Anyway, here it is:


there's also a nice one of us taking a nap on the new mattress set that his snowbeast-ness likes so well.

And in the end, zardoz says, happy whatever you celebrate.

Zardoz would prefer that I make chicken for dinner. and feed the whole thing to him. He's on the right.

Beryle, on the other hand, had a good day at herding, and is learning how to pen the sheep.

Buster enjoys chasing his frisbee and studying how he might gain access to the kitty, and whatever the dog equivalent is of "hmm, red or white wine with that?"

I wish there was something unique to say here, but in truth i was only searching for another blog, made the mistake of signing in, and then wandered through set-up. C'est la vie. Maybe it will work some kind of writing mojo on me and i will come up with a regular writing schedule to finish the freaking dissertation.