lunchie at the lake

So, I had a nice, relaxing weekend.  Except for the part where Lunchie Poo got her face bitten off my by bitch-ass rat terrier, Roo, who is still pissed off at me for leaving her for college and returning with a fat, flat-faced other daughter.  People on dial-up, do not even kid yourself.  You don't want to click this link:

When I got hom, Lele (my sister) and I decided to drive to Tallulah-- I wanted a mudslide, she needed a margarita, and even though she's only 18, she looks way older and can buy alcohol just about anywhere.  And so, we took Lunchie along for the ride and ventured out with a Billie Holliday cd.  This is me, Lele, and Fluncho:

Lunch loves mudslides. 

Since she was the most sober passenger, we let the furry beast drive:

Here she's giving me the evil eye because I told her to watch the road.

Driving was tiring, and so she promptly passed out:

And then the next day, she got attacked by one of my other dogs, Roo.  It was so sad, my poor baby didn't even see it coming:

She limped around for awhile and so to cheer her up, we went out on the pier:

We were way too happy to be outside:

That night she calmed down a lot--still kind of upset, though.  Here she is humping Simba (yet another one of our dogs) in one of the hours when she forgot she was hurt:

Simba attacked her a couple months ago, leaving a bite mark in the top of her head and a scar in the shape of the cross.  They're friends now.  And in this picture, they look like ghosts:

By this afternoon, Lunchie was peachy.  Lele sang her to sleep:

The end.

-me-