Sex and drugs and rock and roll

This first picture, of our alley yesterday morning, is for Doglover, to illustrate why dumping the shoveled snow into a wheelbarrow would not work: Once full, there is nowhere to tip it. No, we must carry the snow shovel by shovel down the alley and fling it as best we can without throwing out our backs.

More snow coming tonight and tomorrow. And oh it is cold out there. Two degrees right now. Boscoe was limping on the walk because his feet were cold and he wanted bribes.

Speaking of Boscoe, here's a picture for all of you: Boscoe, last night. We are determined to heal his elbow and to that end we have resumed fish oil capsules, added extra CoQ10, and have a few balms on order. We are poking holes in vitamin E capsules and smearing the sticky, honey-like vitamin E on his elbow and then strapping on the Bite-Not collar so that he cannot lick it off.

He is not an enormous fan of the Bite-Not, but it doesn't terrify him nor bash into walls the way the Elizabethan collar does. He pretends melencholy, pretends he can't jump up on the couch, pretends confusion, but if we ignore him he soon goes about his business as usual.

Oh, and the title of this posting? Doug has set his iPod to begin playing music at 5:40 a.m., which is more pleasant than an alarm clock. Today it was "Sex and drugs and rock and roll." That got me out of bed.