no control

I have lost control. I am becoming more and more obsessed with my dog. There used to be a time when I rolled my eyes when I saw dogs with clothes on. (Well, I still do that when they are completely over the top.) For Christmas, Nigel received a little jacket from friends J & S, and I just can't get over how darn cute it is. It is also perfect because it protects him from the rain. (These single coat dogs are wimps.)

Unfortunately though, he ate poop the other day. Luckily, he found out that he didn't like it, and tried to spit it out. Despite the fact that we rinsed his mouth, brushed his teeth, sprayed doggy mouth wash, and gave him a parsley bone, I still cannot bring myself to let him lick me. Actually, his breath has never smelled better! But the whole thing was a little psychologically damaging. So, poo-mouth here, is trying to figure out what's wrong with us. We'll have to get over it soon, i guess.