visiting in pajamas

You know that they are good friends with someone when you can go visiting in your pajamas. That is what me and Mark did. Visited Pamela and Brandon Roche after dinner. Mark to help Brandon the aspiring mountain man scrape a deer hide and Pamela and I wisely chit chatted about Ecuador and female prisoners while drinking wine. The guys reported hearing a car crash which seems like a weird thing to report. But sure enough 1/2 hour later when we were driving home we saw every emergency vehicle in Livingston county parked on D-19 just short of the intersection of Coon Lake Rd. on the south side with their drivers inspecting what seemed to be a 2 vehicle crash that looked pretty nasty. I am sure that we can read about it in the morning paper.

Zootie went to the vet and needs to lose 40 pounds and eat more protein. Hmmm... She is even too fat to be sedated to get the tumor off of her eyelid. Looks like she is not going to be leaving a very nice corpse. She is 9 which translates to 63 in dog years but I would pt her closer to 80.

The wiener dog next door has been a lot quieter since I went over there to complain about him. I wasn't too sure if she was gonna settle him down or not seeing as she announced it wasn't fair to keep him in the house all day when I had just pointed out that he had barked at my son for 8 straight hours. Now anyone who reasons that a wiener's personal enjoyment of a day should trump that of a household of 4 humans is not one in who you would put much confidence in doing the right thing. Of course given the number of wiener killing firearms in the household, I am reckoning that I cannot be held accountable for any fatalities resulting from fanatical barking, and she may have picked somewhat up on that. The dog has worn a huge hole in their lawn from repeated bouncing in place as he barks. Bark, bounce, bark, bounce. 1 bark = 1 bounce. I figure he does about one a second when he is outside. He does not seem to have a limit on the number of consecutive seconds that he can bark. Maybe he is actually a Jack Russell terrier that has compacted his legs through repeated pile driving into the ground and not a wiener after all. If he keeps it up, he may be digging his own hole.......