Lovie and her Dog, circa early December 2010.
Yeah. My girl loves this dog. Grandpa brought it over one day on a visit. It's perfect for her because it's long and skinny so it's super easy for her to grab a hold of and do what she wants with it.
Anyway, it's been storming here (and everywhere in this country it seems) and yesterday when we got inside the place and got settled, I happened to look out at the street and noticed something right outside the back door of my car. Something white and black and long and narrow.
And it rained all night long.
And now, in 15 minutes, Lovie and I have to make our way out there to the car to go to school and work and somehow do this without her seeing what awful thing I've done to her poor little doggie.
Got to remember to bring a bag to dispose of the remains. Poor dead doggie.