ye olde crapfest

good god i've had a lot of sugar and dairy products this morning. i'm very full and very sleepy, which is unfortunate--i've got a busy day planned.

so there could in the very near future be an addition to the bloompsey house... the boy seems pretty serious about getting another dane. not a puppy this time, a full-size two-year old. my emotions are mixed, as i firmly believe that the house is too small for such enormous endeavors, but i also think george would love a buddy. if he does go through with it, i'll lobby for a female (who will apparently be named martha) to even out the ratio. i'm not even pretending to have a say in it, and really, i love big dawgs, so i'm sure that i'll end up loving the shit out of ol' martha anyway. i'm pretty sure his mind's made up, so everyone, get ready for the zoo! if he gets a boy dog, he says he'll name him tony. like tony, the yodeling shetland pony. i think that's pretty funny.

we're gonna take the beast up to dad's this weekend. amy (dad's wife) seems to have this fantasy about running through fields and on beaches with george, just her and the dog, running wild and free. she can't wait to meet him. i kinda like showing him off, or at least being associated with him in public. whenever we go anywhere and leave him in the truck, he just sits in the back with his head out the window and barks until we get back. you can find the truck pretty easily just by following that bellow. and it never fails...once you get there, there are at least five people crowded around (but at safe enough distance, of course) pointing at him and thinking he's great. and he is.

blah blah. now i will work. it's sunny out, maybe that'll make the day go faster... or... something...