The Dogs

One of y'all asked in comments, "how are the dogs?"

Hell if I know. They're shacked up at Crazy Uncle Buddy's. According to the Mister, Jack was so excited he launched himself over the raised tailgate of the full-sized pickup in his hurry to play.

They have a three-room suite they share, and - I shit you not - a bathroom. Uncle Buddy allows drinking from the toilet, so they're at Dog Disneyland. It's a good arrangement for the dogs, and a very nice arrangement for Crazy Uncle Buddy, who should be buying an adjoining house and couple of acres, largely with funds we've provided.

Another commenter asked for some specifics about my issues with Florida, and I'll expand on that theme tomorrow morning.