Don't you bite me!

So here's the latest plan. Well, maybe plan isn't the best of descriptions...

There I was at work minding my own business when I see a super fat, old cairn terrier in the boarding section. His eyes were caked with yellow crust and he's not looking to happy. On his cage is a florescent yellow paper that reads: CAUTION! WILL BITE! Of course I find this amusing. I mean, this little dog has everyone in an uproar. He can't be more than 30 pounds. He should be 20 but that's besides the point don't you think? My feeling is, the fatter the little ones are, the more manageable they are. This one has sunk his little canine teeth into a couple different people. Can you see where this is going yet?

Side Note: Right now, right this very second I am sitting out back on the swing in front of the newly installed fire pit. Oh the weather outside is... kind of nice really... and the fire is so delightful! I have never before sat around a fire pit while living in the city. And yes, it's as bad ass as it sounds.

Of course I have to enquire about this feisty marauder because the sign keeps cracking me up. He's 12, his owner had a stroke, the daughter now has the little dog but wants him gone because he keeps biting the kids. He has a thyroid issue (weight issue solved), his eyes need drops (crusty eyes explained) and she has done neither for quite some time. The little guy is uncomfortable, has itchy sore eyes and is totally PISSED about everything and in my opinion, he has every right to be. 12 years with one person and then you're whisked away to a place with small bothersome children. When you tell them to get the hell away from you for the last time, you are then put somewhere where people are known to stab you. I would bite too. A lot. I am not Toby however and in effect, I am not doomed. Since the old man can no longer care for his brutish little friend, Toby is scheduled to be euthanized. Okay, *now* is the picture becoming less muddled?

Mr. F came by today to meet the Tobster. They did well together but it had a lot to do with the beef jerky Mr. F was munching on. Whatever... success is success after all. Jim ignores Toby and Toby ignores him back. Perfect. We're going to give it a go. If everything works out, he can stay with us for his final years.

I'm going to try this flower essence thyroid medication just to see if it works. If it doesn't, I'll get the western prescription he would need. I have always wondered about those flower remedies though, haven't you?

I have to get some sweats for walking an hour every morning. 6 is simply to early for jeans. Speaking of the morning. Every morning there is a little bird that visits the hummingbird feeders. I have never seen anything but hummers before this so needless to say, I am psyched to see it's little blah brown self every time it latches on and drinks the glorious nectar. The hummers hate it, but there's not much to be done when you are stoically ignored. Once again, size does matter.