Tobacky

Today, I am not amused. Yeti vomited because he managed to injest some chewing tobacco. Yes, that's right. He has taken up the chew. His friend Adrian got him started on the Copenhagen last night, and now I have a little redneck dog that has to carry around an old pop can and bulge in his cheek.

A GROSS habit. I think that I will need to institute a NO tobacco product of any kind in the house rule. Chris's step-sister's husband is the chewer. I love him, but that one thing of his really puts me off my feed. He was opening a fresh can when he sprinkled some of the crap on my kitchen floor. Of course, Yeti assumes everything that drops to the kitchen floor is food, and usually he is right. It didn't take much, I think he only got one or two pin-head sized specks of it. But he is such a small redneck dog.

The good people at LJ told me my password was too easy to guess and that someone might highjack my account. That is funny. Both because noone would want to, and because my password is COMPLETELY random. I changed it anyway. I should have kept it and lived dangerously. I would really like to see what people would say pretending they were me.

Yeti has to pee. Better go.