But not this time he dropped me on the carpet of a woman in New England with a pool cue up her ass

It’s another day here. The sun is slowly rising, and Podrick is happily chowing down. He’s getting better at jumping up onto the bed. He paces. I don’t blame him. He’s still just a little young to climb up onto the bed, and snuggling with us. He just has so much energy!

He’s a good boy.

Winter is coming. There’s snow in the forecast. Next Thursday. I think it’s just supposed to flurry, with nothing really sticking. We’ll take it as it comes, but I can totally say I’m not ready for the white stuff.

No ma’am.