so it's amazing how an ungodly a,ount of beer when your stomach is in knots and your mind is a mess will still allout you to dronk an manly amoubnt of beer!

no details, but I'm fine and I'll be fine, but I just miss my dogs

I'm sorry to hear about your dogs....I have a boxer myself and can't imagine having to give her away.

On a happier note, I would be happy to buy you an "I'm sorry" beer on the 19th at Pizza Port San Clemente....we are going down there for the "Save the Boobs" event. I can't get enough of their Infamous Stout.

Just keep staring at your avatar.

You are in a low point of life. The pendulum will swing back. Stay Sane.

The Fool.

all day today I dreaded the point of getting home and them not being there, but it came and went and wasn't so bad.

I've, for the most part, been left to care for the 8, well 6 of them now, alone and after a couple of months of that it really gets old.

As much as I miss them, my life is a lot easier without them and we heard from the transport people that they were a big hit on both their potty breaks today. One was in Fresno and the other somewhere way north, Redding maybe?

They'll get to their destination tomorrow morning and life will be cake for them then.