Puppy Superbowl Day

Yesterday was Puppy Superbowl Day on Animal Planet. Fun and frolicking (did I tell you how much I like that word?) for about 46 different kinds of puppies on the big screen while we (make that just D.) sipped some wine, folded laundry and watched my mom sleep. Yes, believe it or not, my mom has been given to napping lately, in the middle of the afternoon. Speaking of times and numbers close to 50 ...

Of the pit bulls seized from the home of currently incarcerated former NFL star Michael Vick, about 50 of them (see The Week's "It Wasn't All Bad") have been rescued from the {*&^*&} conditions in which they were kept and "dispersed to eight rescue organizations for adoption, rehabilitation or lifetime care" according to The New York Times. Anyone with a working heart, even battery operated, will be moved, as I'm sure you will be too, as you read this incredible story. (Make sure you look at the audio slide show, too.) At the Best Friends Animal Society sanctuary in Kanab, Utah, one dog, Georgia, "her tongue jut[ting] from the left side of her mouth because her jaw, once broken, healed at an awkward angle," is recovering from experiences too awful to even imagine. Georgia's horrifying experience (as can be deduced) as well as others are laid out in this very moving story.

I'm so glad that my mom loves me. I think that D. has grown to like me a lot too. Her boys seem to (though I think that they like my cat Stash more). Maybe I scare them? Maybe it's my 25lbs of 'tude. (That's what you get when you spend the weekend at camp) Anyway ... it's good to be loved.