Dognappers - a (mostly) true story

So there I was on the neighbor's doorstep with my baby in one hand and a ransom note in the other. The three Shitzus that had been entrusted to my care were gone - taken by the Dognappers. Oh sure, the note looked legit. It had the seal of the P-town police department; it said the dogs had been impounded by the cops for disturbing the peace, but as a super sleuth I knew the truth. The Dognappers had taken the precious pups.

I called down to the animal shelter where the fiends had the dogs were imprisoned. They said I'd better pay the ransom or the dogs would have an appointment with the front tires of a 16-wheeler after getting neutered and vaccinated for rabies. I told them that threats from Dognappers don't scare super sleuths.

I drove straight down to the shelter and, using my super sleuth skills, disguised myself as a guinea pig and broke in. I found the Shitzus and broke open their cell using a paper clip, a watch battery, and a stick of dynamite. Once I freed the dogs, I squished them into a pet carrier and we all hitched a ride home in the garbage truck. Hooray! Free from the Dognappers! Or so we thought...

Unbeknownst to me, while the pups were at the pound, the Dognappers implanted computer chips in the dogs' brains so that they could control their minds. The Dognappers also had evil henchmen staking our our street. The instant we arrived home, the pet carrier broke open and the evil henchmen used their computers to make the dogs scatter.

And just when I thought all hope was lost, my heroic husband chased down the pups, extracted the computer chips (after sedating the dogs, of course), and returned them home.

The End.

Teeth ho!

At long last, my little munchkin has teeth! He cut five of them in a span of two weeks, so needless to say, things have been a little rough at our house. Although I think the worst of this particular spell has passed, as things are starting to go back to normal. I'll put up pictures when I find batteries to put in the camera my sister gave me.

School starts for Aaron at the end of the month. I just keep chanting to myself, "One more semester. One more semester." Everything after that point is one big question mark. We've discussed getting a job, going to grad school, flipping a house, and becoming pirates in Tahiti. So anything we've told anyone regarding our future plans is subject to change at any time and without notice. We'll blog as soon as we have things figured out.

In other news, I got a new job - yay! I'm going to be tutoring and babysitting a few kids. I'm still teaching couponing classes when they come around, so if you know of anyone that is interested in learning how to save lots of money on groceries or wants a cheap subscription to the Daily Herald, please send them my way.

Aaron has officially checked out for deer season. He got rained/sleeted/snowed/hailed out of opening morning, and he's seen lots of deer since then, but no bucks. I hope he gets one soon. The rest of the Sisson clan gets here in September for the elk hunt, so I hope he gets something before then, lest he be laughed off the mountain by his brothers.