Now, I realize I’m taking this a bit personally.  And perhaps I’m a bit sensitive and making it into a bigger deal than it is.

Maybe.

But then again, maybe not.

So…the way I see it, I have a couple of options.

1.  Take the high road, ignore the son of a bitch (oops…did I just write that?), and go on my merry, way.

2.  Dial  him up on the telly (that’s short for telephone, not television) and give him a piece of my mind.  And lord knows I’m good at that…giving people a piece of my mind, that is.

What, pray tell, you ask…did the person in question do?

Made fun of Greg and I and our search for Max.  In the town paper no less.

Not appreciated.

Max is still missing.  We are still searching.  Max isn’t “just a dog” to us.  He is a member of the family.

So there you go.  As far as we’re concerned…well, I guess I should write, as far as I’m concerned (let’s not get Greg involved in my ramblings…)…………you’re either with us or you’re against us.

So…I guess that leaves me with option #2…give the dude a call and tell him a thing or two.

And my open letter to the fecking, blasted buggers who have our dog still stands.

Not really any forgiveness in this heart as of yet.

But I’ll let you know as soon as the first drop sets in!!