Will everyone please join me in wishing the Pfluftagus a very happy 8th birthday today? (Yes, I know it’s Cinco de Mayo. She is known by many names – some good, some not so good – but once a year she is known as the “Fiesta Puppy”!)
We love you, Pfluftagus. Even if you do pee sneakily in the wee (no pun intended) hours of the night. (And just a warning: I don’t care if it’s your birthday. If you do it tonight, there will be a beating.)
And, now, for the thing that is causing the few remaining dark hairs on Husband’s head to turn white instantaneously (while he begins to clean his shotgun and shapen his hunting knife):
This is bad. This is very, very bad.