Phew

That was a rough few days with the flu.  I haven't been so sick for a long, long time.  Thank goodness for husbands and moms who save the day.  I was a total write-off for about 24 hours.

But, recovering now!  Makes you appreciate how great it feels to be normal again.  Isn't the aches/pains/chills/fever/barfing combo the worst thing in the world?

You might imagine I don't have any photos from the last few days, 'cuz that would be gross.  So here are a few I took earlier of my new furry friend.  (No, not Chris!  He's my old furry friend).

The is Gryphon, the Newfoundland.  He lives across from Charley's school and has been smooched and pet and loved enough by me that he howls when I don't come over to visit.  He is lovely and silly and weighs 180 pounds.  I'm serious... I asked.  His owners just look out the window and roll their eyes at "the crazy woman who fondles our dog" at this point.

I tried to get Sam in a shot for size reference, but ever since Gryph (aka Fluffer-Pup) took Sam's monkey right out of his hands and bounded away with it, he's been a bit wary.  Oh, and because he's 180 POUNDS!
(That's 'little sister' in the background.  She's the boss.)

Could he be any more of a tart?  Seriously, the pose!?  The well-timed wind!?  Show-dog!  I would steal him away, but Chris might notice the new arrival (hard to hide) as might Kismet.  (She's the size of one of his ears.)

There you go.  Big, hairy goofball of the day.