Not a story, not a poem

Just personal stuff. I'm going to fly to PA tomorrow to visit a friend, and I don't think I'll have Internet access for a while (til Thursday). I won't have access to my waggle either (insert horror film scream like Psycho) but I will have lots of access to my friend's whippets whom I haven't seen in a long time.

Giacomino is doing so well on the meclizine that I'm going to talk to my dear Ol' Poke 'n Stick about keeping him on a low dose for the rest of his life.



Thanks again for

1. suffering with me through poetry week


2. reading my blog at all


3. and thanks to you all who ordered from my website; I've gotten all the orders done, and you helped to let me go see my friend. (Those of you who know who my friend is, know how much this means.)

Our dog show was awesome and I am sooooo proud of our little club! Every member worked hard but had fun doing it and the judges, exhibitors and spectators were liberal with their compliments. Here's an article I wrote about the show before it happened. I didn't get to show my own dogs because I missed the entry deadline (oh there's that horror scream again), but I got to handle someone else's whippet to a Group 2 today!

Oh dear, I leave for the airport in six hours...

Here are some silly photos of ''Special" Luciano finding a comfy place to sleep, to Fat Charlie's dismay.

Good night, and hug your hounds and please send good vibes to my nine, and my saint of a husband.