dogs and dinosaurs and snakes (and poop)

Romeo is sitting beside me salivating like a pavlov's dog. his tail is wagging at 100mph watching me eat a very burnt piece of french bread. i am sorry but i cannot possibly share... i just held this mofo up to the flames almost torching my arm to get it this black. grrr.... ohhhhhh ok then!! urgh, i think he has me trained to give up the food when he drools :|

speaking of dogs... why do men always insist on driving on the freeway with their dogs just standing in the bed of their trucks, ready to catapult out at any moment? do they think dogs actually enjoy it? because they may appear to be smiling but they are actually terrified - dogs smile like that to ease their stress not because they are having the time of their lives! do they realize that even the smartest dog is only as smart as the dumbest toddler? would they put a dumb toddler in the back of their truck? do they think it makes them macho and rusticated and cowboy-esque? well i have a bone to pick with the real men of Orange County - you can't be a tough guy hardass, if you wax your chest, cry at the Holiday and bawl into your soy macciatto if the barista messes it up... argh, help me, i am in HELL!

we just returned from an emergency visit to Build-A-Bear, or Make-a-Polar-Bear as Danny calls it :) his T Rex refused to roar so we had to take him for a new voicebox. the nice lady put a brand new one in AND gave Mister T.Rex's friend, Mister Snake (the bad influence) a voice too! aww, and he wasn't even from Build A Bear so she had to do some vigorous nipping and tucking to get it in (snakes are too slender for implants) but now Mister Snake has been renamed Crawlie and hisses as he pounces! all the excitement was too much for Mr T.Rex and Crawlie and they ran outside to take an imaginary poop in the bushes :)