Ok, so THIS is Christmas?

09/21/06Well, here it is, Johnny. My second post on my very first Blog. I'm supposed to be writing a letter for a friend to help her get reinstated in a position that she inherited from moi. Selfish biotch that I am, I am fulfilling my warped need for others to feel the lash of my ascerbic pen. But not in this post, maybe another after someone makes the fatal mistake of twisting my sensibilities to the point I want to scribble with blue fountain ink all over their arses. Since I'll probably NEVER get published in a traditional venue, or even a respectable one, I can exercise my ambitions harmlessly here. Credibility is a terrible thing to waste... Anyway...

This thing is finally going to make it to the BLOG. Oh my. A bit shy of a year and a month since I WROTE the damn thing. Sigh. I am sooooooo lazy sometimes. But hey, we all need a respite from the cold hard fact of reality. You know, like jobs, kids, men (ugh, don't get me started) and stuff. How does this relate to dogs? It doesn't but I got you to read it anyway!

My son is upstairs wrestling with Scoot the Lava Cat and Nobb the kitten-from-hell in our new diggs in Carroll County, Maryland. I needed a change of scenery, he needed a stable environment in which to flourish and grow into a petty dictator with world domination in his horizon. So here we are, together with the muttley crew, Cotton; to whom a legacy will be written here and elsewhere, otherwise known as "The Comedic Exploits of Adventure Boy and Wonder Dog", Franklin-Stein the Pug and ButterBall the Bullish on everything Bull Terrorist. I have a compulsion to write about the current state of DOG in Carroll County, but today is reserved for unfinished business and setting a plan....