Apr 08 2008
Wet Dog
Today Stella was stinky as a result of yesterday’s illness-induced mishaps. Unable to stand the stench as I labored at my computer, I logged off and gave Stella a bath.
Here, Stella knows something bad is about to happen. Her theory is, if she doesn’t look at me, I won’t see her:
Lather, rinse, repeat, repeat, repeat:
Shake, lick the tub, and escape:
She didn’t like the part at the end when I vacuumed her.
I’d never have believed it possible, but I have found lips that are superior even to those of a guinea pig:
These belong to my great-nephew Ryan. Imagine these lips ON a guinea pig, and your life will not have been in vain.
I’ve reached my verdict on Yahoo Answers: waste of time. Great idea, to have a one-stop place for the masses to exchange information. But its most visible inhabitants are flame-throwers who are light on grey matter, and those needing advice on romance. This morning I posted a simple question asking where pro-Tibet rallies are scheduled in SF tomorrow as the Olympic torch passes through town — its only stop in the US. With China cracking down on Tibetan protesters as the date of the Olympics approaches, it seems opportune to lend my immense body to bulk up an opposition rally. But my only responses were one glib snark and one full-fledged rant. Maybe I should re-join The Well. Those were good forums.
