Was Zum Teufel?!

Tues, Sept 23 – During these past few days of the economy being run into the ground, bimbos running for vice president, cars running on empty due to the high cost of gas, and investment bankers running scared, Mies has decided that he’s not running anywhere anymore. The past few times I’ve tried to run with him and Oslo, Mies runs a couple of blocks, only to stop all of a sudden by planting all four paws on the ground. Sometimes even in the middle of the crosswalk.

The first time he did it, we were running down Massachusetts Avenue. My first thought was that maybe it was the Naval Observatory he couldn’t handle running by anymore. "Is the stench of Dick Cheney too much for you, my little Sugar Plum?" I asked. Apparently, that wasn’t it. The next time we ran, he balked no matter which street we were on.

Today also saw more consumption of huge quantities of acorns by both dogs. I guess they figure if they can’t beat the east coast squirrels, they’ll join them. I expect to see both dogs darting up trees and walking telephone wires any day now.