Dog Day.

Just so you know, today is Riley's birthday. After my craptacular day at work, I came home to a celebration that included her having a fancy cruller for birthday cake (I think she's expecting a birthday cake from her Uncle Danhole later,) and much cavorting.

No poodles were swung in the making of this birthday frolic.

After all this celebration, which culminated this evening with a brand new chocolate-flavored Nylabone, that bitch is tired.

Pooped.

Come to think of it, so is this one.

We're going to bed.