I'm a bad blogger.
Mike has had a terrible time losing money while trying to obtain a hypoallergenic cat. I've linked to his blog detailing how he and many others have been ripped off by this thieving, conniving outfit. Please see the link at right to avoid his plight.
I can sympathize. When I looked for a dog, all I knew was that I wanted to adopt one, but I had no idea what I wanted. A labradoodle seemed like a good choice, tempermentally, and it was a bonus that they allegedly don't shed. I had a poodle growing up, so I knew they don't shed.
The adoption organization was on the up and up, fortunately. But what started out as a modestly sized puppy grew up into a beast about 5 times bigger than I'd imagined, like Clifford the Big Red Dog, and sheds like...sheds like...a, oh I don't know. A giant, hairy, sheddy cat. All year, all the time, all over the house.
He's a great dog, and I don't care that he sheds. I like the way his feet smell.
In the meantime, this is what I saw today in the WaWa parking lot at, like, 8 am:
That's right. It's the Green Hornet car, or at least a version of it. It was playing the TV theme song from under the hood.
That was kind of weird to see that early in the morning.