Happy birthday, Dad!
Also finally met their new Jack Russell chick, Roxie.
My Jack Russell obsession will never end. I'm fully aware of this.
She's awesome, and in love with Daisy. Far too much entertainment for me; I'm still trying to figure out ways to steal her for myself.
All your JRTs are belong to me.
I'm currently taking care of a friend who is recovering from surgery, playing nursemaid and shoving pills down his throat whenever possible while Daisy cuddles him to health.
We're as good as doctors. Maybe better. I do make a mean sammich.
This friend has made me a promise that if I am ever recovering from surgery and need help, he will return the favour and hire Joe Manganiello to take full-time, round-the-clock care of li'l ol' me.
Y'know... this guy:
It's a sweet deal. And now this important promise has been documented on the blawg, and therefore cannot be revoked.
So for anyone who wishes to hit me with a car, beat me up, or throw things at me until I'm maimed enough to need surgery? Now's your chance.
(I'm kidding. Sorta.)