I woke up a little crazy today.  Felt like I wanted to claw someone's fluff out.  I thought maybe today would be the day that I snap under the pressure. 

But then I remembered that you can catch more flies with honey (as we say here in the South) and I asked nicely for some Pop Tart.  I didn't get a lot, but I did get some.  I think Pop Tarts might just be the perfect food.  Things started looking up from there. 

It was cold here today.  Especially with my new furdo.  Lyle had to go the long route, but I decided to just take a short walk.  I have a very fashionable coat.  Some people think that it looks funny on me, but most people realize that it is canine couture.  Maybe the people that laugh think I'd look better in leather.