Puppysitting

Well, this is going to be a short post because I burned the bejeezus out of my palm while cooking dinner tonight and it kind of hurts to type. (Note: do not grab a pan with your bare hand that you just took out of a 450 degree oven.)

But I just had to show you who I spent the day with.  (Should be "whom I spent the day with," I know, but that just sounds awfully pretentious, doesn't it?)

Meet Charlie, my coworker's 15-week old Springer Spaniel.  His mom had to work today and asked if we'd watch him.  UM, YES!

She's lucky she got him back.

Mitch is happy she got him back.*

So, anyway, if you call me tomorrow and I don't answer, it's because I'm at the special doctor getting my uterus filled up like a gumball machine with little puppy embryos.  That's not creepy, right?  More or less creepy than stealing someone else's dog?



*My dog is a territorial asshole.**


**Also, Mitch***, what the hell did this sweet little fat-bellied puppy-breathed cuddle buddy ever do to you?  Nothing, that's what.  If you don't shape up soon, I'm giving all of your bones away.  And Camel, too.


***I know he reads the blog.