We now return to our regularly scheduled....

Whew!

All that human election doo-doo is done! The Human Assistant spent a lot of time obsessing over it! More than the last nine elections put together!

(Eighteen-year-olds got the vote in 1972. H.A. turned 18 in 1972. Two weeks after the election! But he still wasted time on it.)

Now he can stop reading all those politics blogs. And start reading dog blogs again. And helping me with my blog again!

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We got a call about Alizé today. She's still on vacation.

H.A. did something almost as smart as a Siberian Husky. The MaxFund shelter won't let anyone else call the spa where Alizé's staying. I guess it gets too distracting for the activity directors.

So H.A. got our vets to call. Since they've been the ones doing almost all her stuff. H.A. figured the spa couldn't really complain about getting a call from Alizé's own dokkers.

They could. (Of course!) But it would just be like what's in our back yard now. Sour gripes. (H.A. thought up that one. He says it will let Amber know that we're thinking about her!)

But all our vets' office found out was that Alizé's still getting lots of insulin. And her blood's still too sweet. They didn't find out whether she's been sprayed spayed yet.

So that's all we know about Alizé for now.

Does anybody remember the doggy Bullet?

Bullet and Roy Rogers

Roy Rogers and Trigger

This would be the birthday of Bullet's human, Roy Rogers. Happy Trails, pardner!

-- xkcd comic by Randall Munroe, who graciously grants usage under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.5 License
-- Roy Rogers photos from the The Official Roy Rogers Museum Website

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