Saturday, June 16, 2007

This one goes up to eleven.

The pup, that is.

We had Brutus fixed about two weeks ago, and I had the apprently mistaken assumption that he might, well, mellow out or something.

Not that I didn't get a kick out of his goofy puppy gallumph as he zipped around the back yard.

Anyhoo, such was not the case. He's exactly the same--stuck on eleven, and with way too much enthusiasm.
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