Good Dogs

I take back everything I ever said about the pack being noisy or bad. At 4:49 am this morning they barked ferociously and when I let them out they scared away someone in my yard. Good, Good Pack of Dogs.

Big Ducks Little Pond

Earl hangs his head over the bed in what can be described only as an effort to make the blood rush to his head in an effort to get a high so he is not completely dependent on pot.



The Still As Yet UnOfficially Unnamed have grown three thousand millimeters since yesterday and are getting their big duck feathers. I already cleaned out their water.