He Looks So Sad

To keep him from chewing off his leg and licking off his medicinal cream, our dog Gustavo has to wear one of those goofy looking collars around his neck. Poor guy got some kind of infection - common here among longer haired dogs - from being frequently wet and exposed to this and that fungus prowling about in the high grass. After watching him chew on his ownself for a few days, we took him to the vet and now he is getting well, but appears woefully unhappy. He doesn't complain - you could hit him with a stick and he wouldn't complain, he's that kind of dog - but you can tell he is going about his daily routine with a lot less enthusiasm. I'm not sure though, that the dog feels worse than we do. Every time he misjudges the width of a doorway and crashes to a halt we feel pangs of remorse and guilt. And, of course, being a dog, Gus is not above looking at us in that "how can you do this to me?" way. It is going to be a long week.

I've been doing my best to stay out of the news loop, but bits and pieces keep filtering in and causing me to wonder. Have Brangelina's twins reported to the Packer's training camp yet? Is it true that Obama has picked OBatman for running mate? Is McCain still in favor of the people bending over and getting an off shore drilling? I've even heard a rumor that there is one good show on TV. Does anyone know what it is? And what's the deal with the Olympics? Will,they ever start? Oh well. All will be revealed in time I suppose. Meanwhile, I've got to go write something.