It was bound to happen sooner or later but instead it happened today... I broke the dead dog. Again! Only this time I had a Vet do it and hopefully they did a good job because we all know what happened last time. Well, nobody knows it because it's one of the super-unmentionables I keep forgetting to unmention so what you don't know is good for me. Yay me.

Ok, so I broke the dead dog, but he's not really broken. Only half-way broken or maybe 7/10ths. The nice Vet lady called it being “fixed”. But I call it being “broken”. He was fixed and working just fine before, but now they broke him so he don't work no more. You know what I mean... he don't work no more “down there”. That's why it's broken and not fixed. I can't believe these people sometimes! And they never believe me, even when I ask nicely.

At least now the dead dog won't be humping everything anymore. Not that that's a bad thing, but I think the squirrels were getting annoyed. Almost like they wanted to form an evil squirrel army to come break the dead dog themselves. Or maybe they're just trying to store more nuts for the winter. Who knows, I don't even know what I'm talking about right now!

Oh yeah... fixing and breaking stuff. I fixed something real good one time. But I can't tell you so please don't ask again. You'll have to talk to the squirrels for that one. And bring them nuts... they sure do like those nuts.

What a good day! (except for the dead dog)