Must Love Dogs... must TRY, at least

I've been away. I've been... puppy-sitting. My friend took her four kids and husband away to (snerk) Camp Crystal Lake, Wisconsin. (Snerk!) Fortunately, it wasn't Friday the thirteenth. They're not decapitated or mangled or anything. Yay! Yay for not being mangled!

So, I hung out at their house, because they have a puppy, and they couldn't find a place that would board puppies. And anyway, the bird, the hamster, the rabbit, the three cats and the six kittens would have had to fend for themselves.

So, I puppy-sat. And I must say, as nice as those dogs are, they aren't trained up too well. And I think my brain will convulse in aneurysms if I stand up and a dog leaps on my back one more time. They... must think they're training for the circus. Which is fine, because I will probably FLING their little tails far enough to REACH the nearest big top next time that happens. Okay, that doesn't make a lot of sense, but you have to give me a break on it... My brain has been convulsing! In aneurysms! Which I don't know if I'm spelling right! And that adds to my pain!

For more information on brain aneurysms, please visit the Brain Aneurysm Foundation. Or not, really, it's not really that funny of a site.