Blame HER....

Saturday morning my wife found a dog walking around the West End. Being the animal lovers we are, my wife decided it was best to take the pooch in until we could contact the owners. No, I'm not saying blame my wife. Do I LOOK like I have a death wish? What I'm saying is blame HER- the dog. We've since gotten in contact with her original owners and since it's virtually impossible to find the owners- who might not have taken good care of the dog if her filth, year old collar information and grungy collar are any indication- we took the Bitch in. I love her, btw. Yes, I'm in love with a Bitch. At least it's a Black Bitch, right? Momma didn't raise no fool!

Yeah, her name is Mia and she's a monster- at least that's what my cats like to think. We're of a higher mind, though, the wife and I. So anyway what this means is that we've been running around town trying to find her owners and then decided to buy her doggy equipment which apparently has risen in costs along with the gas prices since I had a dog as a lad. What this means for you is that Grit's 'n Gravy won't be ready until Tuesday most likely. I have a self-imposed deadline of noon tomorrow for my Virgin VIMBY.com podcast and at the end of the day the podcast takes precedence. Sorry! Blame HER!