Tonight we are having a little party for our puppy. We're calling it a "Bris," even though, it's not technically correct, and we're not Jewish. It's still the closest thing we could think of.
We plan to have cocktails, and sit around and watch the Westminster Dog Show so that Turkey may have one last chance to ogle all of the hot bitches. For you see, tomorrow, our dear Turkey will visit his Veterinarian, and leave a little lighter.
Or as my iCal says: "Turkey: snip snip."
We're hoping that this will calm Turk down just a bit. This weekend, he figured out that he can go upstairs. We had two good months of having a ranch-level dog, but now there is no stopping him. Last night, to wear his little puppy-ass out before bedtime, we played Monkey-in-the-Middle with a rope toy on the stairs. He kept at it for a remarkably long time.
Last night at the Westminster, the Wire Fox didn't win the breed but Turk thought she was hot. Enjoy it while you can, buddy.
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