Spent an hour driving around looking for Rosie, who managed to escape. Found her, resisted the urge to kick her, and she is now on my lap trying to act like nothing is wrong, which is an easy act because she is a Jack Russell Terrier, and in her mind she did nothing wrong. She ran out the door the first time company left it open for her, she ran around town and rolled in shit, and then her person yelled at her from this moving vehicle and she got in went home and had a snack and is now on the lap where she belongs.
So help me FSM, sometimes I think the greatest acts of decency and willpower are when you don’t punch your dog in the neck. And as I wrote that, she looked up at me and gave me a kiss.
It’s all good now. I love my little doggies.
OH, BTW- Far Cry 3 is really addictive.
Also, too- This is 40 is the worst movie I have seen in the last ten years that did not star Adam Sandler, Steven Baldwin, or Pauley Shore.