The Shadow Pups had their first trip to the vet yesterday, and it went pretty well.
I told you: actual stink lines wave in the air above it. They’re hand-drawn. Don’t believe me? Hold your breath (seriously, don’t breathe) and take a closer look. See? Pencil marks.
If you’ve been following the endless chronicle of my terrible life choices on Facebook, then you know I recently took in my second pregnant stray dog in <6 months.
My aunt started hers years ago, before the seas dried out. It’s packed. Most of the starfish are carefully stretched flat. Others are twisted into curious shapes; these are the ones which died natural deaths, and were frozen in their final poses of concealment or frantic attempts at escape.
It isn’t really honey, of course, any more than the fat birdlike things which produce it are really puffins.
Note: This post originally appeared on my old blog back in 2008. I hear response times have gotten better but I dunno where, exactly.