Earlier this month, Matt
said he wanted to
see a picture of my much abused dog. Not abused that way! Abused because, well,
I don’t really like dogs and so complain loudly about her to anyone who will
listen and profess to have no love for the animal. "But we know you love her,"
say my boys. I confess. On the odd occasion, I will indeed pet her.
Her name is Daisy:
Getting her to pose was not easy:
In part, that was because she was thinking "Dude, you never pay attention to
me. Why are you now chasing me around, calling out my name and flashing me with
that white light thing."
Daisy understands I have this limited affection, so she often adopts this
very pathetic post to try and make me feel sorry for her:
Look really close at the collar:
Yeah, it says Google. Swag put to good use. Yahoo, Microsoft, Ask — send
your own collars, and I’ll put those on her, as well.