Well, I'm bummed out.

Well, I'm bummed out.  I let Howie out to use the bathroom this morning, and he seems to have escaped my fence.  I can't find him anywhere in my neighborhood.  He couldn't have gone far.  Maybe I should go back to Wal-Mart!

In all seriousness, I'm frustrated with myself.  I've had dogs escape before, so I should have known to keep my eyes right on him.  But they usually don't leave unless they are out for long periods - I've never had one leave on a bathroom break!

I hope he's ok.  🙁  Saks, keep your eyes peeled!

And for you specials that I trust:

And for you specials that I trust:

I got a little mockingbird fledgling.  He'll probably only need to be with me for a few days.  His name is Edgar.  Little baby birds who are getting their feathers are the damn cutest thing I've ever seen.  LOL  I'll get photos of him tomorrow, as well as better ones of Howie.  ❤

I'm heading to bed.

I'm heading to bed.  Today wasn't bad, but it definitely didn't go as planned.  Leave it to me to let animals change my plans.  LOL

I really wanted to do my nails this evening.  I finally got some stamping plates I'd ordered a while back.  I'm SUPER EXCITED about them.  😃  Maybe I'll get to do my nails tomorrow.  Maybe Shaun can come over and do his, too.  He hasn't done his in a while.

I didn't have a lot of time to wind down today, but I did get a lot done.  I went back to Wal-Mart for my groceries after I got Howie settled, and I also got some laundry and the dishes done.  Go me!

I guess the highlight of my day was Chesscake.  Yes, Chesscake.  It's something that Peerless makes once in a while, and it is FUCKING DELICIOUS.  You should go there and get a piece before it's gone.

Goodnight, Internet!

Howie.

Howie.  Young male, a little thin, found scared, hungry and howling at Wal-Mart in Anniston.

Photos of Howie coming soon.

Photos of Howie coming soon.  My real camera is jacked, and my phone camera seems to not be saving photos, so I don't know what's up.  Shaun took a few shots of him for me.  Hopefully, some have turned out good.  I should have them shortly.  🙂

He's pretty skittish, but he's coming around.  Lots of yawning and sidling up to me for petting.  He's DIRRRTY.  Gosh, he needs a bath.  But that can wait.

I'm not sure how old he is, but he has his testicles.  He does seem young, though.  Teeth look good.  He's not a big fan of leashes, and he's ok once in the crate, but he doesn't WANT to go in one.  All in due time, I suppose.

I think I shall call him Howie.

I think I shall call him Howie. Can't have an empty crate around here for too long.

Damn.

Damn.  I was so tired, and I went to bed so early, but I still didn't get ANY sleep.  My tummy hurt, my boobs hurt (no caffeine, so I don't even know what's up with that!), and I was sort of snotty / congested.  As if all of that isn't great enough, I heard sirens several times, and Scooter and Casper thought it would be a great idea to have an argument - which means that they just bark at each other for no reason that I can tell.  I WISH with every little piece of me that someone would take Casper off my hands.  🙁  This is a daily occurrence.  He just doesn't mesh with my dogs.  Then, since all that isn't enough, my cat starts trying to bang down my door and come in.  😳

So FINE.  I'm up, but I'm NOT happy about it.  Stupid Monday.