Biscuit the WunderCorgi is still pretty sick.  I dogsat the patient this afternoon.  Never have I seen so much wonderment over dog poo (even though it was decidedly unhealthy, its mere existence is something) and the original garbage disposal of a dog eating just a tablespoon of food-- actually, not even the entire tablespoon.

Poor puppy.  It's really sad, because The Queen is on, and there's random bits where there's a gaggle of corgis around, acting like, well, corgis.  Not terribly bright, but energetic and friendly and bossy.  The way the WunderCorgi usually is.

Pete has yet to forgive me for returning with the scent of dog.