Now I know I gave you people a lot of posty love ver ver early in the morning, so you should be all tied over, but today is going s l o w l y.

I’m not ready to write about Sheila*, Brad*, and the short form, so that means you get to hear about the dogs.

Dizzy is growing like a weed, and is all about the face-licking. She’s a big fan of my reading habits, which often involve sprawling on the floor, because of course then there’s more faces at her higher to lick.

When we got Diz’s kennel, it was a barren box except for the toys involved, just like Jake’s. The reason Jake’s was barren was simple: he’d destroyed any pillow/pads we’d gotten for him. Jackie wanted to give the new puppy a chance, though, and Dizzy hasn’t done that at all with her pillow. She will beat holy hell out of any chew toy things in the kennel, but the pillow is sacrosanct. She’ tear the tag off that sucker in two seconds, but won’t touch the pillow itself. Very cool for us, and much more comfortable for her.

Last week, the Hill-Kleerups decided to give our dags a place to lay when we came by, so they picked up these wicked cool dog bed/bags at Costco. They were too cool — thick canvas and the dogs love them — so we took them home and owe Margie 30 bucks. Jake sleeps on one all night now, and he used to stalk the house looking for a spare 4 feet of space on ANYONE’S bed rather than sleep on the floor.

Anyway, one of the bed/bags found it’s way into the office, which freed up the 1-inch thick, cloth-covered pad that the dogs had been using in there — essentially an egg-crate foam pad covered in thin cloth.

So I tossed it into Jake’s kennel. I mean, maybe he’s gotten over that stage, right?

Wrong. He fucking annihilated that thing. In two hours, there wasn’t a piece of cloth left bigger than a bandage strip. The foam was rendered down into chunks, the largest of which was about the size of the palm of my hand.

The chew toys were buried in the back of the kennel, untouched, and Jake had a look on his face that translated approximately as “…bring that weak-ass shit into MY house.”

So, his kennel remains pillow-free, until someone upholsters them in Kevlar.