Happy Dogs, Bloody Shirts

So, if you read my sister's blog (http://for-the-sake-of-the-call.blogspot.com/), I'm sure you've heard that we have a couple new pets around the house. I'm referring to her beloved puppy, Moaner Lisa, and the puppy's mother, Maggie. Now, I'll tell you up front, I'm not one of those, "Let's go hug a pet!" people, but I don't flat out hate the things, either. So long as our lives don't interact in a negative way, we get along great. Let me tell you, this is rarely the case; today, was no exception...

There I was playing the piano, minding my own business, when all of the sudden I get hit by a huge whip-like feeling object. After imagining myself being the next Steve Irwin, I saw that it was only the tail of the huge, but still growing, mother Great Dane, Maggie. Then I got this terrible feeling. I remembered two things: 1.) I had put on one of my favorite shirts this morning. Consisting of a delicate balance of cotton and rayon, I have managed to keep its sateen material stain free, and otherwise flawless, longer than most of my other shirts. You can also pull it out of a pile of laundry on the floor, and it still looks relatively fresh, clean, and wrinkle free. 2.) Maggie has been a little too happy lately, which has been accompanied by self-inflicted, bodily harm. She has been wagging her tail so hard that it has hit a myriad of things in its way, and caused her tail to start bleeding. This isn't good at all, but we really don't know how to help her. Should we put her on some sort of tranquilizer? I'm clueless. All I know is our hallway looks like a set from a horror movie. Her bloody tail has left marks on the walls that look like someone was clawing for their life as we dragged them to our dark cellar to stay with our other unsuspecting victims. Ooh ha ha ha! I digress... Anyway, after hitting me with her tail, I realized that my favorite shirt was her latest victim. Isn't this great. Now we have clothes to match the crime scene with my DNA all in the collar! However, after lots of soap, water, and time, my shirt is now in therapy and well on its way to looking just like new. (By therapy, I mean the washing machine.)

So, there's my sob-story for the day. Feel free to donate towards "Brent's Drug the Great Dane" fund. I happily accept Paypal. :-)

That's it from my neck of the woods. I hope to have a peaceful weekend from here on out, if only those stupid captives in our cellar would shut up! Anyway, I hope you have a blessed one, too.

Brent the Magnificent