Failure

Hello, faithful readers. I have bad news: I have forgotten how to access the editing tools for my Web site. Therefore, I am unable to write scathing exposes of the people I have knewn and link them to this blog.

It seems this computer defeats me at every turn.

But I'll do the Pollyanna thing and find the "glad" in it. The glad is that I can't write scathing exposes of the people I have knewn and link them to this blog. Glad for YOU, anyway.

It is the end of January and we have just a couple more months of winter. It has already gone on way too long. If I hadn't been raising seven puppies I don't know how I would have occupied myself thus far.

Some people are critical of those like myself who actually spawn puppies on purpose. This is the first time I've given in to the urge, and I've learned a lot.

(Pause)

I'm sure you thought I was going to launch a list of things I've learned. Fooled ya! Much as I'd like to do that, I shall refrain at the moment, because I have sat here long enough, playing Scrabulous, mostly. Plus, it's your Christmas present.

So enjoy. If any of you would like to know what I have to say about puppy raising, send a self-addressed email or SASE. Operators are standing by.