I was at the Wishy Washy doin my clothes for a trip, the other day. There were a couple of dogs tied up on the property in the back, very sad. Why have animals when you relegate their lives to being tied up in the back yard?

I made friends with the dog, and then bought crackers with some stuffing from the dispenser. I walked back and began tossing crackers to him, pretty soon he was catching them in his mouth.

Then I heard some howling from the left and realized there was another dog, tied up. While I waited for my laundry, I fed them both.

Today I was bopping around Huntsville, AL when I got a call from my young friend Hudson. His sister had a dog emergency and wanted to know if he could hook her dog up to the setup I used for the lost dog Jack a while back. Which was a rope tied to the bird feeder line.

I said sure, gave him the code to get in my house to get the rope, and told him to advise Daniel of his intentions.

I got back to the house at 0200 and found the big ol dog stuck under my canopy with the rope wrapped around a pole.

I didn't know if this was an indoor or outdoor dog, but I untangled her and brought her inside, as I brought myself inside from the trip.

She ran around, jumped on my bed, which I pulled her off from, and eventually pissed all over my office floor. Ahhh, she's outside now...

I don't think my pet karma is good anymore, and I will probably die without one.

Update: This whole thing wasn't working so I had Hudson come over and grab her. Her name is Sissie, she is an ouside dog, and she spent the night here...