More extra dog

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT

Another extra dog made his way into our humble abode today. Dammit, I am not the freakin' doggie day spa.
This time he was inside MY HOUSE. (Don't ask: arms full, sleeping baby in car seat, returning from the grocery store, I bring my own bags and they cannot pack them right, etc, etc.)

"Memphis" from around the corner (he's so gosh-darned cute) who I met while his owner was jumping rope in front of his house the other day while we were on our walk/run was cruising the neighborhood and zoomed into our house to "play" with my dogs.

BTW, Memphis wears a shock collar that zings him whenever he gets too far away from his house. Shock collar my ass! Nothing shocking as he ran into my house. So before the TURF WAR erupted in full swing in my living room, I shooed all the mongrels outside. Then I had to get Memphis out the back gate while keeping my mutts in.

Freakin' extra dogs.

Tangent: the Starbucks Peppermint White Chocolate Mocha is a little slice of HEAVEN on earth. I rarely indulge but today was just one of those days.

BTW, Memphis could use a little e-moose-culation himself. A little "snip snip" would take care of the burgeoning population of Memphis lookalike puppies in our neighborhood.

PS: Sorry for all the profanity. I'm perhaps being a little more "naked" in my blogging today because, hey, this is who I am. And since I can't cuss out loud for fear that Zane's first words will be "f***** Blanco!!!!" I have to let it out somewhere. . .And, actually, I am not sorry for all the profanity. So there.