Midnight Surprises

Gawd Almighty! Why is it so flippin' HOT up in this holler? Thank goodness we've got good a.c. at the Asylum now. No more boob sweat on the job. It should be an O.S.H.A. regulation.

Pupzilla, the arctic type doggy, has now decided that it is entirely too hot and humid for her to be bothered with going outside to pee. When she was just a wee thing, she was housebroken almost instantly. Now that she's 7 months old and summer is upon us, she's decided that she'll just squat wherever. In front of the t.v., beside my bed and hey.. why not just take a big ol' dump in the bedroom in the middle of the night? It's fun watching that naked woman leap out of bed, gasping for breath when the stink makes it way to her nasal passages.

I'm serious. I let her outside and she HOLDS IT until she comes back in.

T.A. says I should have her shaved. The innerwebs say never shave a husky. But she's only half husky, so what if I just shave half of her? Her butt is where most of the fur is. It's like a butt fro.

Maybe I could corn row it.

I spent the better part of my Sunday with my big ol' butt planted on our new loveseat, inches from the a.c., typing away on the first story in my collection of short stories about moving to the holler. I plan to publish the collection on Lulu.com in a real life, honest to goodness book (and probably a downloadable ebook version as well) which will lead to the use of senseless begging, pleading and bribing to create sales.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Anywho... I'd better get my butt back to work. Don't take any crap from this Monday. Own it people.

We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!!