Monday, December 15, 2008

Sleepy Mutt

The Boy did his job and kept The Mutt occupied while I was out of town for the weekend. He got some help from Sammy, the new neighbor's dog who has become Macy Mae's playmate.

Apparently, the two ran around bat shit for most of the weekend. (I heard rumor of a poop-eating situation, which is so gross that I'm choosing to block it from my memory. Luckily, it did NOT involve my dog.)

But this is what I came home to. Poor thing was WIPED.

I really tried to get her to play, but she didn't even have the energy to half-ass it. This was the best I got.

Can't you hear her now:

"For the love of GOD woman, can't you just let me SLEEP without throwing some damn squeaky monkey in my general direction? Now go the hell away."

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