What I Did With My Birthday Money

So a couple of you very kindly gave me some money for my birthday. And I've been having a good time trying to decide what to do with it. A couple DVDs....maybe some yarn....new clothes for work....

But last night I decided to spend it on something else.

I put a very small downpayment on these:

Well. The ones on the right were free, actually. The ones in the little baggy cost $465.


Can you guess what they are?

And no, it's not some new street drug, you sickos.

I'll give you a hint. I paid for them here.


Still not sure?

This is where I first saw them at 9:30 last night and decided I just HAD to have them all.


Stupid. Stupid. Dog.

He couldn't quite make the mental connection that he had something sticking out of his nose and kept trying to sniff me and bump his head against my leg.

And kept jamming his nose out the cracked window during the entire car ride. Especially during times when we sat in a road construction backup, providing entertainment for other drivers and members of two road crews.

This is half of them. I pulled the first half out myself with a pair of (sterilized) needle nosed pliers, before Zeke calmly explained to me that he wasn't going to let me take any more out. He was a very good dog - he didn't cry or snap at me even once. He just refused to hold still. 70 pound dogs can do that.

Here's Zeke doing his best Tommy Chong impersonation after our return from the vet:

"Morphine man. Can you dig it? Far out man."

The bad news: I STILL haven't seen a porcupine. I missed the whole thing.

The good news: I was saving up to have his teeth cleaned next month, and they went ahead and did it all in one shot. And trimmed his nails too. Now THAT'S a good vet.