Egads.

You know, you love your dog, you cuddle with him, let him sleep in your bed with you, sit on your lap in the truck, eat your potato chips, and how does he repay you?

By rolling his long neck hair in some green, slimy, stinky dog poop, that's how.  And getting it caught in his collar.  At the point of the walk where it is just as far to get home no matter which direction you go.

Because he wanted to remind me that, above all, he is a gross, stinky dog.  He loves me, but he loves smelly things too.  I am again reminded not to think too highly of myself.

Touche', Bruce'.

On another note, extending the weekend yet again, as Eddie Vedder is rumored to be stopping into the 8x10 tonight, a small 200-person club, after his show at the Lyric Opera House.  I called the owner of the bar and simply asked if it was true, and she said, "We've been asked to get his amp set up."  I take that as a confirmation, and ordered 2 tickets right there on the phone. 10 bucks each.  Not bad for a legend.  Of course, now I'm gonna have to have a beer.