Sunday, July 20, 2008

The Endangered Clif

Photo courtesy of http://www.clifbar.com/food/products_clif_bar/1201

For all of you dog bloggers out there in the blogosphere who haven't yet experienced a Clif Bar... DON'T. You won't like it. Believe me. I tried one. (Ripped the package into itty bitty bitskys, too) It's not something I want added to my diet (even as a treat). The best way to let your humans know this is to eat one and leave one over. I left the other one tucked neatly in my mom's beach bag. I think she got the message.

On to lighter things ... For the last couple of days I've had my very own house guest. Macy. That's right folks, he's my brother from another mother. A Welsh Corgi to be exact. A little aggressive on the food front, but we're working that out (my mom and Diane are teaching him to sit/stay) and I'm so very glad that he's staying at my house. He plays nice and he plays chase. What more can you ask from a house guest (other than that they vote Democratic)?

Life is good.

My mom is off Procrit now (her doctor said that she was getting like an athlete who was juicing) and she's still doing fine. She even has a new roof on her car. Personally, it's a little too much wind for me when she drives with the top down, but she seems to love it. I wonder if it's like hanging your head, tongue flying in the air, out an open window.

Life is very good here in "...da' muck")

Namaste,
sds