Do you see anything on my nose?

Go ahead. Look a little closer.

There you go. NOW you can see them, right? Two plump & juicy grains of rice from my dinner. Well, I can't... see them, that is. Because of the gargantuan proportions of my fuzzy snout, my depth perception can be a little off at times. If Merv had not pointed them out to me I would have missed them and walked around like this all night.

ALL clean now.

Just to catch you all up. Stella went to get her stitches out a week ago. The vet's assistant was there and she took one stitch out and said the rest would dissolve on their own. It looks like they are all gone now, and Stella is doing a comb-over with her beard to cover the bald spot until she can get some new growth going around that corner of her mouth. Of course, she doesn't act differently since she never even seemed to realize she had had a medical procedure.

Our girl's thesis defense is tomorrow (Friday) at 2:30 p.m. GST (GooberStanian Time). After that it's edits and filing and then she will be finito! In the meantime, we amuse by performing contortionist feats with our orange tug-a-lug. Here I'm getting ready to crawl through the tug tongue first.

Sometimes it's unclear whose turn it is to perform, and you know what THAT leads to...

Stella can do this amazing move where she dances the Hokey Pokey and then somersaults her way through the tug. It's alright... for an amateur.

When we're done with it our girl makes us hang the tug up so we can find it easily next time.

Goob love,

Stanley