Friday, July 23, 2010

The New Dog

So I had a simple task: Go to the Humane Society and pick out a small dog, preferably older and house-broken. I came back with a German Shepard/Golden Retriever mix. She's 2 and house-broken, at least. Our son named her Ranger, but if you want to get her attention call her Sheba. Here she is chewing a rawhide chew toy the size of a rolled-up newspaper.

I have been relieved of all decision-making responsibilities at my house.


  1. Dude, at least you still get called up on to squash bugs, of which there are many in St Louis County.

  2. True Dat! It's better this way for all of us, believe me!