November 16, 2009 in Health and Well-being
This morning, Flea is in the capable hands of Dr. Diaz. Before we dropped him off, he asked me to post this blog for him. Of course, we hope that his operation will be completely successful, and that he’ll soon be back to his normal self… and blogging like crazy. If you feel like dropping him an encouraging email, I’m sure he’d love to hear from you!
In the meantime, I’m going to try to keep my mind off of it by making some Borscht (the clear Polish one).
November 5, 2009 in Doggy Style
What can I say?
Dad was feeling guilty at the beginning of game 6 when he couldn’t find his lucky “I [heart] Hideki” underpants, but I always knew how it would end.Â Lemme tell you this, though: I’m not wearing this hat out to the dog run again. Geepees! What were you thinking, Dad?Â I’m a dog.
Seriously, though… it makes me want to mark on some peoples’ shoes when I hear them say how they hate the Yankees because they’re so rich… blah blah blah. Hey… it’s New York. We’re special here. Another thing that gets my front leg quivering? “World Series”. I mean, can any country outside the US participate in the World Series?Â Well there’s Canada, but that doesn’t count. Youch! (Dad just gave me such a look… guess where he was born? Flea’s in the doghouse again.)