...so apparently it's been so long since I've written a real
post here that someone out there decided to report Cranberry Flags as a 'spam' blog [there are levels of irony in there even *I* hesitate to explore, of course, of course...] -- the fact that I'm still here tells you I made the proper sacrifices to the Blogger Gods and am still at the helm, running the show, Chairman of the Board, the Big Kahuna, the Alpha and Omega...
Actually, I don't think this kind of talk is going to keep someone from flagging you again...)
Shaddup and just lemme drive!!!...)
...err, um, anyhoo: for the benefit of those of you who don't follow me on Twitter
(and frankly, what the heck is wrong with you? -- too GOOD
fer Twitter or something? Huh? Yeesh!...), the last couple of weeks have had my attention directed toward my oldest dog, Daisy -- who, at the age of ten-something (we're guessing, since she wuz a rescue), decided (for reasons undetermined) to pick a fight with the nasty dog down the street who's chained to their front porch 90% of the time -- she left the encounter with three large bites taken out of her from between her shoulders, leaving a gaping hole 20cm across (according to the clinic report) -- she had two operations to stitch and staple everything back together, plus had to fight off an infection in the wound besides -- and between her age and her borderline-obesity, we were worried aboot her prognosis fer a spell there -- thankfully, the doc says she's fine now, the stitches and staples have all been removed, and she's got a nice long (albeit perfectly healthy-looking) scar as her 'lovely parting gift' -- needless to say (and despite Daisy's *continued* attempts to the contrary [sigh]), the block where that mean ol' chained-up dog lives is now completely OFF-LIMITS fer both our dogs' walking routines...