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My childhood was typical--summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds; pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of 14 a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles . There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking…I suggest you try it -- Dr. Evil

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Monday, March 07, 2005

The Woes of Doggyville

So I get a picture this morning in my email of the cutest little Pittbull puppy I've ever seen. Brown and white with a stripe down the front of her nose and only six weeks old. I could already hear Lisa's voice saying "can we keep him?" I guess I should start from the beginning.

Lisa frequents a blog site for motorcyclists (more specifically sport bikers) called BARF or Bay Area Riders Forum. It seems that one of her fellow bikers awoke this morning to one of his "wife's WT (white trash) friends" leaving a puppy on his doorstep. According to the blogger, this woman just said she couldn't have him and left. Of course, the guy who wrote the posting couldn't have him either so he turned to his biker buddies. Lisa, being the dedicated BARF'er that she is, logged on this morning only to see the face of this extremely cute but obviously sad puppy. Of course, seeing something like this first thing in the morning can be severely detrimental to rational thinking; so she sent me the pic.

Now I'm not going to say that I am not a sucker for this dog; in fact I might want him more than she does. However, we have many huddles to jump through before we can take on such a responsibility. I assumed that the easy way out was to list the hurdles to her and allow her to attempt to overcome them herself:

We have to ask Greg
We have to ask Josh
We're going away for 10 day who'll watch her
what about a vet check up before hand

Well, that kind of backfired and I'll explain how. You see Greg approved almost immediately, I found a volunteer to watch her for 10 days while we're gone, and the poster of the ad is taking her to a vet today for a check up. So, we're down to Josh.

Josh is a 50/50 bet as to how he'll feel about it. Personally, I'll be fine with which ever way he goes. But c'mon, Isn't this the cutest thing ever:

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