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George Bush has balls, too, but even he has to bow to this motherfucker.

Matt Taibbi wrote a piece on Rudy Giuliani for Rolling Stone and now I have an overwhelming urge to puke. Or just get the fuck out of this country. I think my favorite part – you know, besides his inability to accept ANY responsibility for the messy clean-up of the WTC and that it is killing the clean-up crews – is his inability to accept that US foreign policy played a part in what happened the morning of September 11, 2001.

Motherfucker, indeed.

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Isn't he adorable? (I fully realize I'm a bit biased.) And heh. Yeah, this one time, we had taken Max to the mailbox, and were back at the side of the house. I thought he was actually trotting along at a decent clip until I realized that I everytime Mom was saying, "Come on, Max," she was also making him fly. I said, "Um, is airborne like every time he moves forward?" Mom: "Uh, yeah." Seriously, Max was having the best lift-'em-up-at-the-curb game ever.

Thankfully, he's only seven pounds, or we'd be in for some serious trouble.

OMG and heh. Do you carry him around in your purse? I'm trying to imagine hiking a trail with Max and it's just not working. He is so cute. What's his personality like? BTW - had to take my doggie to the vet tonight. She was terrified. It was so awful.

You know, I think he could hike with you, or he'd at least give it a try. He's an endless ball of energy and he adores being outside. Unfortunately at this time of year, he (Boo, too) can't spend as much time as he would like in the backyard. Every night we have throw time in the house so he'll wind down enough and eventually he'll take himself upstairs to his bunky.

As for his personality, I swear, he's a Goonie in dog form. For as small as he is (and Chihuahuas are not exactly known for their sturdiness), he has this terrific never-say-die mentality. He loves to play, play, play, and then he likes to curl up on you (after digging and digging until he's got his "nest" exactly to his liking, which, um, ow?) and snooze. He's also a boy through and through in that he is in love with his penis and cleans it lots and lots and he is one gassy little dude. I swear we could fuel something with all the gas he's putting out.

When we first rescued him, he had terrible mange – the worst I’ve ever seen. He didn’t have hair from his neck down, and with the cats, we feared them catching it so we kept him in the garage (this was when it was still pretty cool out). We decided to give him to the SPCA, but when the lady at the front desk saw him, she said they’d put him down because they don’t have the facilities to cure mange. After promptly bursting into tears, I turned on my heel and left. Mom researched curatives online and found a botanical website, and after a little more research ordered their mange kit. He’s been with us ever since, and at his vet visit weekend before last, the vet was so impressed with the results she asked Mom where she got the stuff.

BTW - had to take my doggie to the vet tonight. She was terrified. It was so awful.
Oh! Poor P! Yeah, Max isn’t a fan either, and poor Misty Sue would drop about half her hair on the examination table every time we took her for a visit. It’s just, you can’t explain to them what’s going on, and I feel so terrible because I can’t make them understand.

Yeah, all she needed was a booster, but she kept going into the corner and trying to hide. The worst part of it is the vet is on the way out of town - the same way we go when we're going to the conservation area, her favorite place. There are good trails and she runs in the woods and swims in the lake and steals sticks from the beavers and in general has a lovely, filthy time. She was sitting in the car with her head up, breathing all the going-to-the-conservation-area smells, and then we turned into the parking lot of the animal hospital!

Max is lovely. I'm so glad you found him.

Oh, and in order for me to get that pic of him? I had to dangle my pack of Bubble Yum Chocolate gum in front of him. He used to go digging in my purse for it, and he still goes looking every so often (i.e., when I forget and leave my purse within reach and open).

Did I mention he's a pig? Like, he'll eat just about anything - as long as it doesn't try to eat him first.

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