Saturday, January 7, 2012

Okay--there's absolutely NO excuse for failure to keep up with important correspondence.  Bailey here.  Please find a way to forgive me.  I have been, well, indisposed.

As you can see, I have been fitted with a humiliating Clown-Suit, and I have been subjected to the most unnerving harassment by my human tormentors.

It seems that Doctor Joe had to remove a lump from my Nether regions, and because I am a terrier, those blessed primates don't trust me to leave well-enough alone!

Gracie, of course, slithered around with her big brown eyes, looking like a canine Shirley Temple.  She mocks me.

Buster's on a chewing-spree, but we shall not speak of that.  Suffice it to say that Gracie has picked up all his annoying habits and a few of her own.  Such as an alarmingly deep-throated bark and a tendency to go airborne without warning.  

I really MUST take some photos and write more.  In the meantime, I shall leave you with a picture of Friday night's sunset, as seen from the University of Hartford.  I'm doing post-grad work in bedding evisceration and fiberfill mastication there.

Your almost-faithful correspondent,