Blech

Why do Mondays suck? First things first I woke up at 5:30am...again....for no reason. Then later on Flash threw up in his crate, when we got up he had barf all over his front legs and is now sleeping beside me on the couch stinking to high heaven.
Then MC had the wickedest poo EVER...which then made me throw up.

So you see, Mondays suck.

I'm also weaning MC from breastfeeding, and my boobies hurt. Ugh.

First Up...

Flash (Australian Shepherd, Blue Merle) Age 5

The picture makes him look so regal, refined and mature. It was a rare capture...he isn't any of those things.

He is however the goofiest, funniest and most entertaining dogs I know. He likes to accost guest by trying to jump up desperately trying to lick their faces. What ever you do, don't sit...he has been known to settle down and then go in for the sneak attack running at full speed then leaping onto the couch into the laps of poor unsuspecting guests.

He is a turd. He steals food from the counter or pens or paper or whatever else I've left too close to the edge.

He thinks he's a lap dog...60lbs does not a lap dog make. But we let him anyway. When he curls up on your lap he is at peace and lets you know by grunting and sighing.

He's smart...too smart...he has the tendency to make me feel rather dim at times.

Life is never dull with the Flash Man.