Travel Day

We're heading to El Norte for the quarterly meeting of fat gay Nazi hotel/condo promoters, so posting might be light for a couple of days. The perro, who aside from his usual urine-soaked paws problem had managed the almost unprecedented (for a dog) feat of stepping in dog poop (triple bonus points: it was his own) needed a vigorous bathing before he could be handed off to the sitter. Here he is staring out from the shower door while waiting for someone to bring him a towel. And a carrot daiquiri.