Smang's dad & stepmom were here for Dave Brandes' birthday. I made a turkey and a really kickass jalepeno cornbread bacon stuffing and Smang made a bitchin' Bitch-spiked cranberry sauce. But that is not the point of this story.

Smang's dad sent her a note today. While her stepmom was here, she was much more interested in Smang's cats than in our bitches. Thing is, our bitches run this house. We are at their mercy. They tell us when to feed them. They tell us when they need to go outside. They set their own bathing schedules (ha!). Seriously. Lu and I have almost been together a decade. Brownie and Smang have only three years, but it's no less an adorer/adoree relationship. Apparently, none of that matters to Smang's stepmom. She's a cat person. She said so herself. Repeatedly. But this is a dog house. And Lu is the elder statesmutt among dogs in this house. Smang's dad got on with the dogs. He played ball with Brownie. And, he figured out early on that Lucy like to be scratched behind the ears.

So anyway, Smang's dad sent a note today to tell her hi. The note she received today read "Happy New Year to you, Heather, Brownie and the other pooch (Alice?)"

Have you met Alice?


you can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant.