This from the world of Yahoo Finance: Apparently there is an impending worldwide shortage of Eggo waffles. You just never know what will show up on CNN news. I will say, though, that the few times I have tried to pass off cheaper waffles around here, I've been verbally beaten into Eggo-buying submission. Some people are testy at breakfast.
Tomorrow Pete goes to the doctor for shots, heartworm test, and to have his nails cut. I've put it off because I didn't want him in my car with the leather seats, and the van was full of tools. But now that Abbie has my car and I'm driving the rolling toolbox, we've emptied and vacuumed it, and I can now fit his crate in there. He'll be overjoyed, I'm sure. I'm already prepared for the he's-overweight speech, as well as the he-was-due-for-shots-two-months-ago-why-did-you-wait-so-long-don't-you-love-your-dog-enough-to-take-care-of-him lecture. Also, the he-needs-his-teeth-cleaned-and-it-costs-$250 ditty will be thrown in there for good measure. And the honest truth is, he's just not high enough on my priority list. If he were cute like this: (LOOK at that FACE!)
maybe. But this?
Coupled with dog hair, begging, and being afraid of everything that moves and a lot of what doesn't, not so much. 70 pounds is a lot of dog to put up with.
Someday I'll have a Yorkie again. Until then, I'm learning in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
Be thankful ~