Scootch

My sister Juniper has a very upset tummy. Apparently, a tin of salmon, no matter how well-meaning, can cause "scootch bum" (nice term) and "ring of fire" (crass term) for a week. Another trip to the vet, and a regimen of yellow and white pills. The yellow pills are bitter, and often don't make it past the goalie and down the pipe. I'm helping out with Juniper-bilitation.

Ski bunnies

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

Go Gunners!

My staff took me to the Eaton Centre yesterday, on some boring iPod-related errands. But not before she got ejected from the Queen East streetcar for having me in my purse during rush hour. 3 p.m.-7 p.m. seems like a very long 'rush hour.' So we hopped on the second next streetcar, upon which we were allowed to ride, but we were reminded of the 'no dogs allowed during rush hour' policy, and she was chastised for using a ticket that had been purchased at the local 7-11 in December but had apparently expired Dec. 1, 2007. Pfft.

On the upside, I got 2 great new t-shirts. More pics coming soon of my sister Juniper and I in matching coats.

Bad Ass

Barking embargo

Now that the turkey and cranberry has been thrown back, and the new sweaters worn, and the treats imbibed, it's time for the annual January thaw. So dismal and depressing. Grass exposed and new smells in the backyard like it was spring, but ever dark. Even the squirrels are uninteresting, all wet and waterlogged....they look like rats running along the fence and scaling the neighbours' garages. Not worth a bark.