Dog Toys Grow on Trees

Razzle likes to play with a ball.  She'll retrieve it if you throw it for her.  You can't have it back though.  She shoves her slobbery toy into your hand and makes you play tug for it.

The peach tree is producing right now, and not just food for people anymore.  The windfalls turn into--you guessed it--dog toys for Razzle.  She chooses not to differentiate between a tennis ball or a globular fruit.

Who knew that dog toys grew on trees?  When you live in the garden of Eden like we do, that's what happens.  Even Jeremy Renner's dogs aren't as spoiled as ours.

Shoes

I'm not a fan of foot injuries, but good shoes are just so...imaginary.  Occasionally I can find a pair with arch support, and once in a while I can find some with cushion, but both luxuries in one shoe is apparently too much to ask, and I suppose if such a product existed, it would be ugly and/or far too expensive.

It would be cool if somebody with too much time and money on their hands could spend some time inventing comfortable affordable attractive footwear, but evidently it's more fun to make satan tennies with people blood inside because I don't know why.  Thanks for less than nothing, world.

So for now I'm grateful that it's barefoot season, and for the record, it is absolutely legal to go barefoot in all fifty states no matter what anybody says, and even Jeremy Renner can't stop you.

No Means No

When someone's making an effort to quit marijuana, you don't invite him to smoke some with you.

When a scholar says she needs to stop wasting money and start spending more time studying, you don't beg her to go out for coffee with you every other day.

When an alcoholic is recovering, you refrain from bringing alcohol around.

When a patient declines an injection, you don't continue to "strongly recommend", and you most definitely don't give her the shot anyway.

For the love of Jeremy Renner, people, let's revisit personal boundaries.