blogatrophy

I'm afraid I has it. I've so much to say and so little not brains because I've got some of those, but wit I guess best describes what I'm lacking. And not witty wit, the funny kind, just wits about me.

God I depress myself sometimes!

Something cool: The top edge of Bobo's ears is the softest substance in the whole born world. It's like cotton, but softer, velvet, but softer. You have to feel it to know. And Meja does not have it. I try to be fair to the pups you know, when one gets something the other gets something, when one gets a compliment the other gets one. But Meja's ears aren't soft. She is what's called a bear coat Sharpei, prickly, Bobo is a horse coat, soft. Life, that's just the way it is...

It's cold in Michigan and Bobo and Meja do not like the cold. Yesterday Bobo was at the back of the yard probably 100 yards away and would not come when called. He was holding his paw up and acted like it was broken. So me, in my Mom to the Rescue mode got fully dressed, Sorels, parka, scarf, gloves, and went to find out the problem. HE HAD A LITTLE SNOW GLOB IN HIS PAW!!! He could not walk the rest of the way into the house because his toe toe hurt. After I kicked him in his head and picked the snow glob out of his paw he was fine.

All is well in Sweetville.