It’s no secret that 2008 has not been a banner year for me thus far. Part of what’s been going on is that one of my dogs has been very sick, and it looked like I was going to have to make the agonizing decision of whether or not to put her down.
I’m happy to report, however, that—although she looks like a powder puff—it turns out she’s a tough old broad. (Not unlike her mother, I dare say.) She had surgery last week and is already up and running around.

Henceforth, I am taking Molly as my role model. After all, life may lay us up at times, but that’s no reason not to get up in the morning and go pee in the kitchen.

If I get very sic, will you have to decide whether or not to put me down? Well, if you must decide, I vote in favor of not down putting.
Thanks!
You know I would sooner put myself down, hermanito. :-*