MIA

Sorry for the lack of consistent posts recently, but I haven't had much access to the computer. The Old Man has been out of town "recruiting" (read: golfing), and he took his computer with him; god forbid he not be able to check the score of his beloved Rangers.

Mom's been busy too. Working and training and all of that crazy stuff she does. While the Old Man spent the week at the golf course taking in the sun, and Mom's at work, I have been relegated to neighborhood activities where I did my best to steer clear of getting a doggie shiv to the intestines from Bruiser the Pit Bull. For what it’s worth, once I gave him my Milkbone money, the threat was notably reduced.

It still puzzles me why I’m not invited to go along with Old Man. Is it that you need to be a damaged pup like Lulu to get special one on one time? If that’s the case, I’ve had seventeen years of damage.

Of course it was caused by the same lunatic I hope to vacation with, but that’s beside the point.

I'll be back with more later this week.

FLASH