198 - Canine Orthodontics

I’ve decided for the sake of my own sanity to stop following the news and current events for a while, as much as possible anyway. Knowing what’s going on in the world these days brings nothing but anxiety, similar to that poor experimental animal that, it didn’t matter if it figured out the maze or not, it still got the shock. The sad fact is the message “we can save things with our vote” is no longer accurate in a country that relies on an antiquated electoral college and the whims a a scant handful of voters in states labeled as “swing.”

In that spirit I got up this morning and made sure to not look at any news or social feeds (whatever fresh hell has developed overnight isn’t going to imping on me today) and instead admired the stormy weather from our back deck then came inside and set this tune, the title of which refers to the somewhat severe underbite our puppy, really more of a full grown dog now, has developed. A more appropriate name for him might have well been Bluto after all.

Now to see if I can maintain my blissful ignorance for the rest of the day.

And, no, we’re not taking him to a canine orthodontist.