The first words I heard from E on her way past the dogs’ part of the house were, “Uh, B? What has Tre gotten into?” I walked over unsuspectingly and saw the whole front of the dog’s body covered in blood.

It’s been great messing with the new camera since it’s arrived in the post. With help and recommendations from friends, I was able to start shooting all manually, and have been pleased with the results. I scored a manual focus non-metering 50mm prime lens from the 1970s on eBay for $26, and shooting photos with that has been a lot of fun. Set manually, it’s been a hell of a lot easier to get non-blurry photos of L and the animals.

I had another few posts queued up to write, but this popped up out of nowhere. We woke up this morning and our Rottweiler, Bella, was drooling and had a horribly distended stomach. She would not get up off the bed. Two hours later, she was put to sleep at the vet’s office.

I posted awhile ago that we were getting serious about rehoming our last two found pups. After contacting several beagle rescues and striking out big time, I posted Bob on Craigslist.

Our last rescue dog to be spayed has apparently gone into heat before we could get the procedure done. Though everyone else is neutered and spayed, one of our male dogs decided it would be prudent to mount this poor female and take her for a ride. The only problem? Not to be too graphic, but he got himself stuck up inside her.

Bob Barker the beagle is being evicted from Casa de Malshag, and he’s taking his girlfriend Cuppycakes with him. Though they haven’t worn out their welcome, six dogs and two cats are more than two parents and an eight month old can handle.

Cuppycakes went to the vet today, she has a urinary tract infection. She’s been peeing all over the dog room which, with a seven week old baby, is a bit more than should be going on at the same time.

While E and I were standing in our living room listening to the exterminator tell us bowhunting stories, the doorbell rang. It was our neighbor, holding a makeshift bungee cord leash, attached to which was our asshole dog, Bob.

E found a pit bull mix roaming our neighborhood. He was adorable and sweet, and his collar said “The Dude”. She babysat the little pup for the evening. He was so dope, we’ve talked about convincing his somewhat neglectful tardo owner to let us take him for good.