There's Something About Harry

He is so snuggly and good-natured and fun, but this barking-once-he's-in-the-crate thing is wearing us out. And makes us feel like child abusers. If less than a week's worth of separation anxiety is tearing us up, what the hell would we do with kids? Speaking of small folk, Leela, my three-year-old homegirl, laughed when I told her that Harry was, in fact, hairy. I said that we'd considered calling him Furry, but that that was silly.
Other silliness: Boris sent me this link a few weeks ago, and every time I read "(Did anyone else have that dream where Sharon Osbourne is a baby with fangs, and she is climbing above your bed?)" I cry from laughter. It's almost as good as chihuahuas wearing yarmukles.