Things are going about the same as usual around here. Willoughby has learned to make rude noises by putting one paw under his armpit and "squishing" it, the way I used to do back in Junior High. He hides behind Mac and starts 'Pfffft, pfffft.'

Sasha, who is extremely nearsighted but too vain to wear glasses, thinks Mac is farting. She takes a swipe at him every now and then, but thanks to my foresight, he is now prepared for her onslaughts.

It seems I found some little mudguards for bicycles the other day at WalMart. I brought one home for Mac and fastened it to his muzzle with a steel radiator hose clamp. At first I used baling wire, but it got between his teeth and irritated his gums. The hose clamp works fine except for when he tries to eat peanut butter.

Copyright © David Yehudah
February 1, 2000