Neanderpundit

Zonker has a great post up about the Ogmeet. Make sure you have not eaten recently when you click the link.

Nicely done, Zonk. You were nicer to me than I deserve, so I’m not saying a thing about the midgets and the lederhosen.

So after the four A.M. glowing poop episode, I crawl back into bed, the dog snuggles up next to me on his back, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and his feet in the air, ever once in a while making little running movements as he dreams of chasing rabbits (is there ANYTHING more relaxing than watching a puppy sleep?) I drift off again.

When we first took posession of this house, we had to rid it of it’s former occupants’ shit. THere was a LOT of it, and we spent ages getting it moved. I still have nightmares about it.

I have since found three or four other houses of similar squalor and wierdness, and I have worked pretty hard to avoid buying them. I do, sometimes, dream about it.
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With all the focus on the Dog of Og lately, we’ve been paying extra special attention to his movements, both bowel and otherwise, I got a bit of a shock early this morning.

Last night the dog was out just after dusk, hopping and playing like he was all back to normal, and this morning, in the dawn’s early dark, he woke me up and i took him outside.

There i am, in my torn bathrobe and camo slippers, staggering around in the yard with the dog on a leash, thinking how much I want a smoke, and the dog squats to drop a deuce.

That is glowing.

Now I know he’s been xrayed a lot lately, but he can’t be having nuclear shit! I run back in the house and get a flashlight (I’m freaking a bit at this point) and go back out to determine that the dog has eaten what must be two dozen fireflies. I have no idea how they managed to pass through his digestive tract with their glowing asses intact, but there they are, all smeared and shiney, illuminating the poop with an eerie yellow-green glow.
Glow inthe dark shit.
God is just trying to freak me out at this point, really.