Le Pup Misérable

It's hard to imagine a sight more pitiful than a dog getting a bath. I suspect Winston's face was unhappier than a teenager's on the last day of summer vacation. 

That's a lot of misery for one little dog.

But not to worry. After the dreaded bath, he was bundled in a towel and whisked to a warm room for purposes of drying and fluffing. (Note: The fluffing reminded me he needs to be scheduled for his first haircut-sure to be another traumatic experience)

When finished, Winston reverted to being a happy boy.

Happiness lasted until the following day when he went to the vet for his final round of immunizations. Crying, and screaming, and pouting, oh my! Winston is not a patient patient. And sadly, his vet visits aren't over yet. 

In two weeks he goes back to be "tutored". 

I'm afraid the vet will really be on Winston's "poop" list after that adventure.    

It's That Time Again

I put Bogey's little crate on the floor so he can climb in and out at will. It's good to keep him looking at the crate as entertainment. After all, there's nothing horrifying about crates, is there?

Wait a minute. The vet sent an email saying it's time for WHAT?

Sasee Magazine and Sassy Cat

A few weeks ago I mentioned that a story I wrote about my son's upcoming wedding had been accepted by Sasee Magazine. It appears in the October issue. You can read the online version here. Scroll down to find my story, "The Dance", along with a number of other stories you will enjoy reading. If you get a chance, I'd love it if you could leave a comment on my story. : )

Sasee mailed 3 hard copies of the magazine to me and once again I'm struck by the quality of this publication. In a world that increasingly sees print publishing houses disappear, you may wish to support Sasee by subscribing. It's only $24 for 12 issues, a bargain any way you slice it. In addition, if you plan to submit an essay to Sasee in the future, it helps to read the types of stories they are buying.

Off my soapbox now and on to other matters.

Bogey had an appointment with the vet on Monday for annual immunizations. When he got his three injections he screamed so loud and so long that a vet assistant came running into the room to see if anyone needed help (or bandaids).

Who me?

Luckily no major injuries occured. When we got back home I figured he'd hide under the bed to sulk for a few hours, but no. Instead, he leaped on the curtains and climbed to the top, daring me to stop him. There are now several new rips to the fabric.

Revenge thy name is Bogey.