Max the mutt (the other dog-collared male in my life) is at the vet again. The sore paw hasn't cleared up, so he is off to be sedated, shaved and medically investigated to remove what we think is a foreign body in his paw pad. I am currently very anti-teenage neds who smash bottles on paths and grassy areas. Hingin's too good for them - they need their a***s kicked! Bring back the birch!
And other grumpy old man type sentiments.