And in other news, hell just froze over

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Michael Vick to become PETA spokesman. Yes, really.

http://adage.com/article?article_id=136403

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I’m familiar with [the plan],” said Dan Shannon, director of youth outreach and campaigns for PETA. “We have been in discussions with Michael Vick, with his management team, about the possibility of him putting out a public-service announcement with PETA when he’s out of jail. We want him to discourage people from taking part in dog-fighting. I can do it until I’m blue in the face and it might not convince anybody. Michael Vick sure can. He can say, ‘Look, I did it, I was wrong, and it ruined my career.'”

In which I become domesticated

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Fresh from the oven home made bread

I made bread! Bread, bread, bread! Real, live, honest to God, yeasty bread!

Sorry, let me just calm down.

I’ve always had an irrational fear of making bread. I figured it was one of those things that required specialized skills to be able to master – perhaps an extra set of female chromosomes or something. At the very least, I figured I needed a bread lifter thing (what the hell is that called? made of wood? Like a big paddle?) or one of those pizza stone things. I didn’t think I could just toss it on a baking sheet and throw it in the oven, and yet oh – how wrong I was. Bread making is easy!

I used the following recipe, with a few simple modifications.

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So much for syrup

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I woke up this morning with a very clear agenda – take Bunny to the vet for progesterone testing, bring her home, then head back down the road to the Holstein MapleFest. Mother nature, however, had other plans in mind, and this is what I woke up to –

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Oh Frabulous Day!

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Well, Sean and I finally got the news we’d been waiting for – we’ve been approved to adopt an orphan baby from Tukrmenistan! This is so thrilling. Sean is over the moon and I’m right there with him!

Of course, we’ll probably have to give up the dogs, or at least most of them – let’s face it, they’ve really just been child substitutes anyways, so what do we need them for? Plus, well, you know – dogs and kids. I don’t want to get arrested for leaving them alone in the same bedroom, even if it is accidental.

Better safe than sorry, that’s my watch word.

No one fell for that in the slightest, did they? Drat.

It would probably be funnier if it didn’t really happen so damn often…

We gave up the kids because the dogs don't like them

Journey, Snow, Cops & 'Hypocrite of the Year' Awards

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"Who are you people, and why am I here?"

"Who are you people, and why am I here?"

Journey has spent the last two weeks ‘trying out’ her new retirement family, Matt and Kat of Toronto. She returned to us yesterday so she could be spayed by our veterinarian, and will go back to her new forever family tomorrow or later this week.

Rather than the joyful, “oh I missed you” homecoming we might have been hoping for, Journey moped into the house with a look that clearly said “Why the hell am I back HERE again?”. She was almost as unthrilled to see us as she was her four legged family, who gave her an olfactory once over that clearly said “Where have you been, and what have you been eating/doing/meeting?”. Journey hunched her back, looked miserable and curled up on the dog bed, occasionally shooting us murderous looks that we interpreted to mean “Take me back to my REAL mommy and daddy now, please”.

While it’s nice to see she’s fitting in well with her new parents, it was rather disappointing to learn that not only weren’t we at all missed, we weren’t even remember overly fondly. Today, she’s at the vet clinic, which I’m certain has only solidified her opinion of me as a dog tormenting jerk, and will serve to make her even more grateful to escape our clutches.

French Bulldogs are ingrates, I tell you. They’ve made trading up into a breed characteristic. No other dog breed I know is as happy to leave their lifelong home behind for a new set of people, without even a backwards glance.

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