This Year's Christmas Memory

Christmas 2005 will go down in history as the year the dog ate Christmas dinner. Out of the sink. Before it was cooked. Three missing cornish hens - one of which was located, one had already been eaten. She ate the other one Christmas day and yesterday her belly sounded like it was full of aliens. I secretly like it when she's sick because she just lays around with me all day...but the sound of her belly frightens me. Anyway, she's much better today and full of vim as usual. We're just glad she ate the other one before it rotted for too long.

Dog or goat?

You decide.