is what I'm sometimes told by Sweets when I need to
calm my ass down. Today it was more like ,"Eaaasy, Cujo",
since I went off sort of like a rabid dog due to all the
scooters and whatnot. Anyhow, after a little food and a
tantrum, I feel better about the scooter rally tomorrow.
I should've known that last minute "stuff" would have to
be taken care of before the trip, I just wanted my sweet
baby all to myself for a bit. I want Craig to have a good
time, so I am putting on my game face and ready for this
thing! Bombs is ready too.
"Fever Dog, scratching on my back door..."
-Stillwater, Almost Famous