Wednesday,
March 13, 2002

Another morning greeting the sunrise

I swear to God, Pooch must have a bladder the size of a basketball. Either that, or he can directly convert air into urine. Yes, it was another morning of watering every bush, flower and green thing he could cock a leg over. Which was fine, until he started piddling on a pot of peonies outside an apartment -- I didn't think the owners would be all that cool with his watering ability, so I dragged him back to the apartment before dragging myself into work.

Have I said recently that I'm really looking forward to the weekend? I'm really looking forward to the weekend. More later, as my brain unfreezes from writing these scripts.