What I'm thinking about at 2 am on a Saturday

Debby MacDonald is by far my favorite animal cop. She works for the Michigan Humane Society. She is tough, but passionately compassionate.

I don't watch television much, but when I do, Animal Cops seems to be where my remote control halts. The people who work as cruelty investigators are my heroes.

The only thing I don't quite get is the food aggression test. They feed a dog and then stick a plastic hand near the food to see if the dog is aggressive. The sad thing is that many times when a dog reacts aggressively, they must put it to sleep. I understand, yet I don't. If you put a plastic hand in my food, I'd definitely get aggressive.

I sure pray that my Telemachus never has to past a food aggression test. He would never bite the plastic hand, but he would growl, and the hair on his back would spike straight up. According to the specialists at the Michigan Humane Society, that is food aggression.

My little pumpkin is taking care of me

Okay, I've changed my mind since my last blog. I would not rather be sick in Europe; I only want to be sick in my own bed. I guess I have walking pneumonia. It's insane. I just don't have time for this, but I don't have a choice. I am to do nothing but rest. So I have watched some TV, something I never do, and I read a bit of Jake Adam York's Murder Ballads. I started to work on a poem, but I simply didn't have the energy...heartbreaking! I just add to my misery by watching animal cop shows. One woman dumped 13 puppies in a garbage can in wintertime. How am I not supposed to cry when I see dead, frozen puppies? And crying will just make me sicker. Telemachus has taken care of me. He snuggles with me and is a bit more gentle than usual. He knows I'm weak. Here is a picture of him in his Halloween costume. I hope I am feeling better on Sunday so that Telemachus and I can participate in giving out candy for our apartment complex trick or treat.