the easy life

I want to be just like Hugh MacLeod when I grow up.

Instead I'm like me. These days being like me means injuring your fingers three times in one week, the last being the worst. I slammed my finger into my minivan's sliding door last night and followed that up with the doctor actually burning a hole in my fingernail to relieve blood/pressure. X-ray results not back yet. Like the cartoon above implies, it's not a very good way to get out of doing work.

But being like me also means that I have the pleasure of Jesse's goofy company for a week. Some of you may remember that Jesse is the Lab puppy we raised for service dog training. He's living at the PADS kennel right now, going through advanced training, but suffering from kennel stress and needed a break. That's code for "the other dogs needed a break". A total clown, he learns fast but has trouble chilling, and has the habit of getting in everyone's faces, making him a bit of a geek in doggy social circles. Coco thinks he's great fun, though, because she can play him like a fiddle. His trainer tells me he'll never make a wheelchair assistance dog, but his enthusiasm and physical power mean he's being guided towards being a wheelchair-pulling (if they can keep his prey drive under control ... who-o-oah!) or drug-sniffing dog.

That's all the typing I can manage for now with my gimpy hand. No artwork this week!