So when Drk stepped his tiny green sneakered feet into my home Sunday morning and played with one of the dogs he was asking about the other dog. I told him that he's staying elsewhere for right now because the dogs aren't getting along--and the medical bills were starting to pile up. I do want them to get along, but I can't afford for them not to. I have people dogsitting while I seek out a behavioral specialist to help me fix my one dog who is feral at times when it comes to the smaller dog. Literally. Feral.

When Sweet, Sweet Drk (do you think I can get him to change his name to that?) learned that the other dog was missing from my home he asked if he could meet the feral one. I think he thinks he's the dog whisperer or something. Well, I brought doggie #2 home and he's getting along ok with the smaller one (they are both napping right now). Now why did I bring the dog home? Yes, it's because I missed him...but I can't say that's the only reason. The secondary reason? Because of course I'm going to go to thitwbar and drop the fact out there for Drk that my canines and I are one big happy family again and see if I can't lure him over...perhaps he can leave the green kicks at home? Actually, they were kind of nice. So things can go nicely...he comes over. Or it can go badly...he comes over and the big dog rips his face off. Or it can go badly...he remains daft/or uninterested (whichever he is) and does not come over at all. C'mon! It's my spring break from work! I want to get naked with a hot local boy...I'll show him my all over tan.