Come out, come out....

where ever you are....

We have a crybaby german shepherd dog that insists on behaving like a crybaby. It doesn't matter what we do with her, she's a crybaby. The family unit decided to go for a drive last night, in the wonderful fog filled land of the lower mainland... to see what exactly I do not know, although I know that the fog downtown looks the same as the fog down the street. It wasn't that exciting... except that we got to see some nightlife alive and well roaming around the streets on a Saturday night. We brought the crybaby dog with us, because we didn't want to leave her at home. I am not sure if it made a difference, she sat in the back of the 15 year old SUV, with her head down, basically sleeping the whole way. She would have done the same thing had we left her at home, alone, with the stereo on. There is one bonus to the crybaby's outing lastnight... I now have an empty space in the back of the 15 year old SUV .... that is junkless, paperless, waterless, boxless and bookless. It's very empty...and now has room for the little dog that kept herself hidden in the corner.