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THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE DIAPER PAIL.
A local author's life with two little ones and a book just out from Random House called, you guessed it, THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE DIAPER PAIL.
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Do not disturb.
Late as usual. From Loca to just plain Lazy. Yoga Loca. Oh, to be four-and-a-half. 38. Only as far as your headlights. 6:43 a.m. For Reese, on her 13th birthday. Daddy's boy. April 08 May 08 June 08 July 08 August 08 September 08 October 08 November 08 December 08 January 09 Check out my personal blog at www.geralynbrodermurray.blogspot.com. 
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Don't even think about it.
I know, I know, what is this two posts in one day thing?
I just couldn't resist sharing this tidbit. Our little Westie dog, Logan got neutered a few days ago. He's been quite bummed since the procedure, certainly not helped by the embarrassing cone he has to wear on his head, because "even though most dogs don't do this, HE is a licker." So the punishment for licking, for which I assume the temptation is both strong and wholly understandable, is the cone. He is now Cone Dog. As such, his spatial sense is all out of whack and he keeps bumping into things: my leg, the door to the outside, my other dog, Rose's bum. Let's just say Logan will not be entering this week in his diary. Before "the procedure" Logan was known to sleep in a very open way - on his back in his little bed, all four legs straight in the air, dowstairs package wide open for the world to see. He also has a prominent underbite in his sleep, furthering the comical appeal of the whole display. Anyway, he has not assumed this position since the surgery, which I quite understand, considering the vulnerablity of such a move. Well today, I was walking past and there he was, flat on his back, legs splayed, not a care in the world. I decided to take a closer look at his incision while he was making it so easy, fulfilling my owner responsibility of checking the wound two to three times a day for infection. So there I am, inspecting said area, when I notice Logan is awake, eyes wide open, staring at me, his little stuffed toy dog behind his head, also staring at me and baring it's cotton teeth. Step away from the package. Step away, please, says the real dog. Step away from the dog's package, right now, says the stuffed dog, eyeballing me menacingly. So I do. The real dog, sweet Logan, resumes sleep, one leg sort of shielding his privates, protecting him from any further injustices, tongue sticking out, looking very much like he's giving me a raspberry. And well he should, I suppose. 2 comments from 2 users
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posted by
Rinkus68
on May 16, 2008 at 07:25 PM
What a visual! Thanks for sharing - that was great! I laughed OUT LOUD!
posted by
hmoeckli
on May 17, 2008 at 01:23 PM
That is quite the visual. Poor doggie...they just get no respect, huh? :)
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