Doesn't even have a lampshade collar, either, and he's leaving his bandaged leg completely alone. He's been supplied with a chew toy so large he's afraid of it, and a pound of steak all cubed up just for him. Add in the pain pills, and he's a pretty happy hound dog.
I'm not bad, either. I have a fire going in the fireplace, it's been raining off and on all day, and Surfer Dude's team won their first soccer game of the season today. (The rain started as soon as we stood up at the end of the game.) I'm sitting on my sofa wrapped up in my favorite quilt, with a well-medicated dog laying next to me, I've just fired up my second Hugh Grant DVD of the night, I'm starting to knit a new hat for myself...and I'm off for the next three days.
Can I tell you how badly I needed this night?