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Glass Menagerie

I both pity and envy Laura Wingfield at times, depending on exactly how much dirt is under my nails and how much it's bothering me. Her delicate, quiet, isolated life filled with still glass figures is safer, certainly. unsmelly, most definitely. And I imagine if the glass animals took it upon themselves to make "messes", they would be adorable little glass plopplets which would be utterly charming to clean up.

I, on the other hand, have cleaned up poop from this:

And also from this:



in the past 24 hours. 

I am hardly complaining. I'm just making a blind comparison. In fact, 1 out of 1 Lorraines agree that horse poop and Brand New Puppy poop are highly preferable to no poop at all, because then you'd have no horse and no Brand New Puppy.

Fortunately, this:


and, after a couple years of trial and error, this:


are entirely house-trained.   





Brand New Puppy does not have a name yet, and desperately needs a bath and one of those old fashioned handkerchiefs round his neck. I promise, when both have come to pass, you'll hear it first at Lorraine-in-Spain.



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Comments

Celeste said…
Wait. Wait. Wait. DID YOU GET A PUPPY?!

And congratulations on house-training Dan. I know when Branden and he lived together, it was a real trial of their friendship.
Lorraine said…
We got a PUPPY. It only took Dan and I about 6 months to come to an agreement about what sort of dog we wanted, haha. But once we settled, it took us about 6 hours to find one and bring him home!
Alissa King said…
This post is hysterical
Unknown said…
oh dear.. what have you done?
Lorraine said…
Oh, I nearly forgot! His "papered" name will of course be Garit D. Heaton! Anything beyond that is just an informal nickname...
adam said…
most excellent. good lookin' dog.
padruss said…
Strangely, your dog, cat and horse all look like they are from the same litter, expect for Dan, that is. Love the dog!!! Dad

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