Since I've been in a picture mood, allow me to show you this:

Sasha the wonder dog.

Isn't she cute?  Yeah, she is, but you don't have to live with her.  Trust me when I tell you that she's a royal pain in the ass.

Don't get me wrong.  I love, love, love her and all, and when she was very sick this year and had to have surgery that cost more than my own out-of-pocket healthcare this year, I made it happen.  I love this dog with all of my being.

But.

I don't know what in the HELL is wrong with her digestive system right now.  I'm considering donating her to the military so that they can use her to get Osama out of the caves with her foul, foul gas.  Yes, it's that bad.  No, neither I nor the vet knows why.  We've changed her diet.  We've restricted treats (much to her dismay).  We've purchased herbs for her.  We've prayed about it.  We've had to leave the room.  We've had to leave the HOUSE.  It's Issue Number One around here right now, and that's saying something.

I don't know if she knows she's doing it, but if she does, I'm thinking of training her to go OUTSIDE the doggie door and stink up the neighborhood instead of my house.  She knows to pee and poop out there.  Think about it:  I would never, ever have to fog for mosquitoes again.  Termites?  Not out THERE.  I DO have a fear of my plants wilting and dying, though.  But that beats ME wilting and dying.

(See, you come here to see how I'm doing, and to be amused, and I talk about my dog farting.  Hardly seems fair, huh? )

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Tomorrow, I'll be traveling overnight to Dallas, so I won't have an entry posted as early as I usually do.  It might be mid-morning or so, because frankly, I'll be on vacation, and in no big hurry to entertain the likes of you.

Not that I ever DO entertain you.  But still.

Have a great Thursday!

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