I will drink your bloooood.

I will drink your bloooood.

Truth to tell, Raebert is not doing well. He misses the greyhound Molly and his grieving process has been physically exhausting for us. His mood has been bleak and dark.

Exit Mrs. IP’s declaration that there will be no more dogs in this household. We rang up Scottie Rescue, and they have what might be just the right bitch to keep Raebert in line.

Filled in the application and within minutes the missus is going to conduct a FaceTime house tour to convince the rescue people that we, parents of five rescued greyhounds, one rescue pug, and one rescue Boston terrier, are worthy of an aged Scottie. Sounds fair.

Wish us luck.


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