Monster Mash

Been having some blogger-block lately. Maybe it's just because my life tends to get increasingly boring as the winter sets in. I don't know.

Here's what I do know. My dog? Is. A FREAK.

Remember Winston Wonderpug? I've mentioned this little green guy here before (see photo).



The Momes is so obsessed with this toy that he will literally have a major spaz attack if the thing goes missing, or when we put it in the washing machine, or when Momes chews off another limb and we have to hide it away until I can find the time to sew up the gaping wound where the arm/leg/ear used to be.

I so wish I could post a picture of Winston as he looks today (can't, camera broken). It's so pathetic it brings tears to my eyes. Missing apendages stitched up cruelly and quickly while Momes has a conniption at my feet, scratching and flailing and snorting all the while.

From now on I will refer to Winston the Wonderpug exclusively as Winston the Frankenpug.

Poor Winston. He's losing that last stub of his last arm as I type.