why hound dogs can't lie.

i came home from work today to find the remains of last nights fast-food feast torn, frayed and displayed on top of the bed. i was pretty sure porkchop was the culprit. but i didn't have to ask. his look gave it all away.

guilty as charged.

porkchop's 6th birthday.

porkchop turned 6 yesterday. hard to believe a little orphaned pup with pre-cancer and heartworm would be living such a long and prosperous life. he's traveled across the country, swam in the ocean, vacationed in branson, hunted rabbits and the occasional deer, rode a tractor, gone canoeing, dined on filet mignon and lamb, developed a keen taste for clementines and coffee, and yesterday he ate a bountiful birthday dinner of devilled egg, ham skin, turkey, stuffing, bisquits and gravy. shine on you crazy hound dog!