...that Ruby is not a purebred corgi?

This morning when I took Ruby in to get her stitches out, I finally extracted a certificate of spaying from the vet's office -- they had my old address and had mailed a copy there. When I came to light long enough to scan it and send it to Lindsay, I noticed that they had described her as a "Corgi cross."

Called and said she's a purebred, and they said they'd send out another form. But...hm. It's easy to see why a…

Okay, I challenge ANYONE to name one critter -- other than a two-year-old -- that can complicate your life MORE THAN A PUPPY CAN!

So, it's along about 4 p.m. Hotter than a three-dollar cookstove outside and passing warm here inside the Funny Farm, with the AC set at 80 and struggling to hold the temp in the back of the house at around 82. Cassie and Ruby are crapped out on the cool tile floor. I've been working like a stevedore all day and am thinking...ahhh...a late siesta!…

{sob!} Ruby the Corgi is at the vet's, recovering from this morning's spay surgery. Who would think the little pesker would be so missed during such a short absence?

Cassie has been moping about all day (though just now she remembered that the Purpose of Ball is to keep the human busy. Constantly). Luz the Cleaning Lady…