My dogs kill me they are so cute. I would love to imagine a serious conversation going on between Horatio and my bedside poodle lamp, but in reality I think he was staring at a moth that was flying around under the shade. Orrrrrr, we could assume that he and the poodle were having a very meaningful discussion about the pure bred dog vs. the mix-y mix. I think Horatio might have a more compelling argument being that he is so ridiculously cute in his "chuggy" way -that's chihuahua/pug for those of you not in-the-know. Before you think that is some new kind of "designer" dog it's not - it's a shelter dog. THE perfect dog.
Now, having gone on and on about the fabulousness of the mixed breed dog, let me update you on my precious Preacher Man, (a pure bred Great Dane and equally fabulous!). He is doing so well. I hesitate to even say that because I don't want to jinx anything. But he has been eating like a champ, his personality is back in spades, he is putting weight back on. It's great. And we got to skip chemo this week - hallelujah!
And lastly, on the work front, I am now starting to gear up for ACL! It's three months away and I have got beaucoups of work to do! I have got to get myself back into the swing of things. With all that has gone on with Preacher my focus has been waaaaaay off work. Now it's time to get busy...how many Giant Round Necklaces does one need for an audience of 65,000 people anyway?