Well, sounded pretty honeymooning with that bathing and with the hubby along and all that though... And you're still a newly wed complaining there wasn't enough eye candy on your trip.  ;)

Thus spaketh Wha-keem the mighty! ;)

Hey, guys (and possible gals) -- sorry have been away and a bit distracted the last couple of days.  Our new girl, Betty Poop, had her first (of three) heartworm treatments and we've been rather slavish to her.  Not just because the treatment (and the follow-up meds) are making her REALLY woozy, but because she's not allowed to be active for a MONTH after each treatment. 

We had to buy a crate for her -- which bothers me more than her -- because the Mighty Stash won't leave her alone.  He wants his playmate back.  Here's a pic of her completely passed out in the tv room last night:

Even when drugged-up, she's a cutie!  Poor Betty... get well, good girl!

I've had quite a few dogs in my long life.  My grandfather used to breed Beagles when I was a kid, so every spring, there were DOZENS of puppies around to play with (his operation would be put out of business almost immediately today -- I've seen "Animal Cops" -- I know what puppy mills are).  We had one old bitch that ended up our family dog -- Midge.  Midge was cool girl, except she had the wanderlust, going on ever longer and longer journeys, until one day she never came back.  (Family legend tells of Midge still roaming around to THIS DAY, some twenty-five years later, and any one of us might open our back door to find her sitting there, thumping her tail and looking for dinner.)

Beagles are better as pack dogs (and more fun that way, too).  They're happy, yappy, don't take no crappy.  Some say they know how to fly Sopwith Camels, play short-stop and write the great American novel, but I think that's an exaggeration. 

Betty is a beagle/corgi mix.  She has the beagle markings, but the Corgi body-type.  She has the beagle's lovability, but the corgi's temperment.  She's a chewer and a mischief-maker and I hate seeing her in a cage!!!!!

Anyway... what was the point I was making with this post?  I'm worried about her.  And I love her.  And I've only had her in my life for two weeks!

What would I be like as a FATHER????

(Garp, here I come...)

Pretty damn good I suspect, Tom!

*Edited to replace bloody with damn.