Today is a day of nothingness. I feel like I could easily go the entire day without saying a word to anyone. It started yesterday, and I think it’s a mixture of lack of energy from my special feminine lady days, and the constant chatter coming from mini voice boxes that has rendered me brain dead. So with that run-on sentence, I present to you a recycled post from 2008. It stars Farmer- she looked so cute lounging in a sun patch this morning so I thought I would honor her.
Farmer’s Secret Life
We arrived home the other day to find Farmer had lost or disposed of her collar. Anyone who co-habitates with a dog knows that this is a rather disturbing situation. The dog actually looks naked, and wild. You immediately panic because you are sure the dog will escape and be lost forever. It’s amazing how one little strip of leather can cause such an uproar.
When we couldn’t find the collar anywhere inside or out of the house, we scratched our heads until they bled and wondered where the hell the collar had gone. Christian shrugged his shoulders and assumed she had eaten it. I scratched my head a little while longer and then began to wonder what exactly Farmer did around the house when we were away.
We invested $40K in some surveillance cameras and videotaped her for a few days. This is what we found: