Hoo boy, yesterday was a long day. Started with a bath and a manicure at a place the name of which I hesitate to disclose--Pretty Pet. Man, that place is Yorkie heaven; I've never seen so many Yorkshire Terriers in one place. And the Pekinese; I mean, give me a break. It's a good thing I wasn't the only big dog there, or I'd have been emotionally scarred for life by the experience. It was bad enough--I came out smelling like Joel Cairo in The Maltese Falcon, which is not my style, if you get my drift. Although just between you and me, I dig the blow dryer.
Fortunately, the smell didn't last. In the afternoon I got together with my buddy Jackson. We hadn't seen each other for quite a while, and we were both surprised at how much the other had grown. General Stonewall Jackson--Jackson to his friends--is an American bulldog, mostly brindle. We've been playing together since we were pups, and he still rolls over for me, heh. I'm two months older and I taught him everything he knows about wrestling. We wrestled together for about an hour, until we were both exhausted.
Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on your point of view), the park we wrestled in was muddy. When we got back to Jackson's house we both got our second bath of the day, if you call being hosed off a "bath".
