Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Let’s see… where to begin?
As I mentioned, little Ozzy (or Ozzwald J. Ozzleton, as we like to call him… he’s very proper) had his Royal Jewels removed last week. As you probably know, when a dog is neutered, the poor pooch has to endure FURTHER humiliation by having to wear that damn traffic cone around his neck for the next week or so.
To put it mildly, Mr. Ozzleton did not take to it very well.
To put it bluntly, that dog was a fucking TERROR for the entire week. He seemed to revert back to his newborn status……..pooping in the kitchen, and chewing anything that moved. I think that I actually shed a tear of joy on Saturday when his cone was finally removed.
Here is a pic of the Furry One, in one of his rare post-op quiet moments when he was still too drugged up NOT to be running through the house at warp speed tearing peoples toes off.
And here he is, the next day, captured here in this pic in mid-jump as he attempts to rip out my jugular….
Speaking of dogs…..
Little Ozzy, as I’ve mentioned, is a Shiba Inu, which I’m pretty sure is Japanese for “Land Shark”.
Before we acquired Mr. Ozzleton, I had never even HEARD of this damn breed. The only reason we even got him was because, a week earlier, my niece had purchased a Shiba, and we thought hers was cute as all get-out. Then she told us that the store had one more, so like a moth to flame, Friz ran to the store and scooped him up.
Anyway, last weekend Friz and I went out with some friends for a night of drunken debauchery. My angelic niece graciously offered to watch Mini-Me for us while we got our drink on.
All was going swimmingly until, around midnight, I received the following text messages and pictures:
It’s so nice to know that you can leave your child somewhere and know that they are being taken care of…..