Would you like some cornflakes?

This morning heading out the door on my way to work, I noticed my black great dane laying in a huge heap in the front yard. I thought it a bit strange. She's a prissy, very cold natured thing who adores her couch set up in the garage. When I called her she didn't come. With a fleeting feeling I ran out to see if she was OK.

All I saw was a pile of blood.

My mom, Lee, and I loaded her up in the back of my Jeep. Yes, it took three people. The vet told us that whatever had attacked her was not a dog. When dogs attack they leave puncture wounds. Whatever this was left huge gashes down her side. He said the were definitely cat wounds.

For five years farmers in our area have reported sightings of cougars. We've all seen them. They've killed our cows. Even the state cop that lives down the road a piece freaks out when he come at our end of the township. But still, the DNR denies they're existence in Indiana.

I wonder what they'd say if they knew we actually got a picture of one and a bear on our trail camera? Yes, a bear. I'll have to post that picture. It's scary. Especially, since it was taken approximately 200 feet from the house.

But anyway... I just got a phone call and my great dane has died. Dang... And my uncle with Lou Gerrics disease is not doing well. His kidneys are beginning to fail.

To top it all off my boss is obsessing over watching Gerald Ford's funeral on TV. I'm sorry, I won't watch or go to a funeral unless I absolutely must. He's excited because his son, a high school friend of mine, is actually in the funeral. I don't what his role is... All I know is he's in the Honor Guard...

I'm fed up with (how can I say this?) military... business. Two more of my high school buddies are being deployed. Not to Iraq. Not to Afghanistan. But to KOREA!!!!!!!!! I really hope we don't get our nose in that mess. Poor guys...

I'm starving. I have 3 wisdom teeth coming in. The one on top isn't painful, but ones on the bottom... OUCH! They are pushing my perfectly straight teeth together. I swear they're getting crooked. Since Christmas I've been surviving out of my Nalgene bottle. The good news is I now have an excuse to live on ice cream. Yipee!! But I really don't feel like going to the dentist. Ugh.