What am I to do w/ my fuzzy butts? Tonight after work we just had a spontaneous outburst of bad dog. I didn't see what started what, but suffice it to say that even Saffy was involved and my baby Vixie was on her back crying like she was gasping for her last breath. I love them all, but it just brings me to tears. That is my baby. She's not getting any younger, and even if she's an a-hole to them she didn't deserve that. *sigh* I had to grab a rake to swat the other two off of her, how awful is that? Yes, I'm crying again just typing it.

Go figure the Canes lost too. Just shit in my wheaties next time, eh?