I had to get the hell out of the house today; too many politicians and media dorks spewing too much compost. So we went to Petsmart, where everyone loves Bree and she is happy to oblige her worthy subjects with a handshake or sit. She was full of energy since we hadn’t walked this morning, but get this: She did not attempt to jump on anyone. My little girl is growing up!

We left with some Vet’s Best Hot Spot shampoo [no, she doesn't have hot spots; I just love the stuff] and a new baby, a gopher. She wanted to buy the moon, literally - there was a stuffed moon she liked but it wouldn’t have lasted two minutes and I’m not spending ten bucks on what will amount to dental floss in a short period of time.

I need to put the crate in the truck, but I keep waiting until it’s cleaned out… *cough* Poor Liz is filthy!