Puppy Puddles and Precipitation

Its so early, but I'm not to be pittied.

This is what time Sebastian Cole Hall wanted to get up and go for a walk-- I've had until 8:45 the past few days of the week, so this was a hair unexpected. The Medicine Man levels of rain going on right now have now twice thoroughly soaked Sebastian and me.

You take you good,
you take the bad,
you take it all,
and there you have,
the facts of life.

The Facts of Life. Oooh, Charlotte Rea! You're gettin in the way of telling 'em about my gorgoues, sweet 9 week old American Coonboxer. My sexy, sexy man of dog came into my life on July 5th, the same day that quit smoking.

May I present to the world Sebastian Cole Hall, King George Pound Puppy Extraodinaire!



Is this even cohesive? God, I'd proofread, but its so frickin early. The puppy didn't go poo, so I have to go put him back in his C-R-A-T-E for an hour before we can try again. I wish it weren't cold out, so I didn't have to wear the sweater. You'll be seeing more pictures of the adorable doggie soon... that photo up there just doesn't do my cutie pie puppy dog justice.

New subject, before I conpletely square out.

I went dancin for a tiny bit last night and when I came home, even my asymerical vinyl tie felt a little more soaked through than I'da thought possible.

Oh yeah, and I have fourth of july stuff to talk about, too. But I'm three different ways of tired. Maybe in an hour I'll post again, once the puppy is done pooing. I'll get back to ya'll-- the puppy crapping and my writing's promptness are directly proportional.

Okay, back to bed. Arf!