I am psychic. I woke up this morning singing "Winter Wonderland" and then, when I walked downstairs to let Buster outside, I saw this:

Rad, huh? I mean, it's March 30, for goodness' sake!
We've had a bit of excitement in our lives over the past week... On Monday night, I noticed that Buster was tracking blood all over the house (for a video of a funny kid freaking out about blood, click here), so I inspected his paws. Poor little guy had ripped off a toenail! Dogs' toenails are round, and so is the nail bed, so now it looks like he just has a bloody, red nail instead of the usual black.



He would rather play with his giant snake. I think that if Buster were released into the Amazon, he would kill lots of snakes, he is really getting to be good at it!