This time it WASN'T me!

Yesterday sucked. I ended up hurtin', in a pissed off mood, and just wasn't up to being my normal, good humored asshole self.
I went out on the porch for awhile, waiting for the pain pills to kick in, and when I came in, my loving wife told me that Scooter had asked her about our trip to the circus. Seems he's always curious where we go if we're not spending time with him.

She told me that after telling him all about it, he told her he'd like to be a circus animal some day, too.
Especially if he got to be a clown!

I walked into the back room to this:

I almost hurt myself laughing! But I felt a lot better after. My wife (and dog) certainly know how to put me in a good mood!