Sarah

As I've mentioned Sarah is Old Girl. She can't hardly hear or see or get up and spends most of her day in the corner in the garage or under the deck enjoying puppy-free time and being pissed off that there's no man at my house. I'm often home for an hour before she realizes that no one is out in the yard with her. Increasingly, you can be walking right behind Sarah (who is moving slightly faster than a turtle on crutches) and she won't know. This morning I was doing this when she made an unanticipated move and I tripped over her. She turned around and gave me her 'if I had opposable thumbs I'd shank you' look and said, "Watch where the $%^& you're going, bitch." I didn't take kindly to the insinuation that some how me tripping over her was my fault, so I said back, "Hey, you're the one that made me trip. You old girl." She promptly went outside and brooded on the deck. She's still not talking to me. Though this is not any different than any other day.

The kid with the tractor was out yesterday and he worked until his tractor broke. I can now, once again, find my dogs in the backyard. It doesn't look great, but he's going to come back. I hope. Please call, Tyler. The Saratoga Animal Shelter needs you.

Octomom is still unwilling to put her eggs into the world. Stephen says that they don't usually get egg bound once they've already laid some eggs, so I can't even threaten her with a proper basting anymore. I'm trying to be patient. Maybe she's going to lay a dozen in one day.

Lady Antebellum and Tim McGraw tonight!!! I didn't get a cowboy hat because Gretchen said when you take it off you have to babysit it and it wasn't a good idea. (I think I detected a sense of: also you will look fucking stupid in a cowboy hat, in her tone.) I almost bought some Keystone Light to take so I could feel country enough, but I settled with the Coors Light. Because I can't drink Keystone Light.