Dave went into a cleaning trance today. The type that is indescribable and really must be seen to be believed. Maybe it is the fumes of the various bleaches and disinfectants that take hold of him and send him into his anti-bacterial stupor, but no germ within a 20-foot radius can divide and multiply in peace when he is on his cleaning warpath. Anyways, in the process he discovered this picture:
Doc
This is Dave’s dog from back in the Hoosier state. His name is Doc and in this picture he is 2-3 months old. There is nothing more to say, except that Doc never liked me when I went to visit Dave and I was pretty much terrified of him. It is hard for me to believe he was once so sweet and adorable. Thanks for the pic Dave. And for cleaning the apartment. It looks and smells very tidy.
