A very special birthday, and my 200th post

Please join me in wishing my favorite dog, Ozzy, a happy 3rd birthday. Since in dog years he's finally legal, he's planned a big bash at a local bar where he and his buddies will get rip-roaring drunk. He deserves it. After all, it's a dog's life. (But he's not getting the keys to the car.)


I guess he's also taking up smoking. Sigh. Well, he's under lots of stress lately, what with a war going on and all.

And, yes, I've reached a milestone of sorts: my 200th post. I was going to ponder yet again, what blogging has done for me, but that stuff is boring and Shabbat is starting soon.

But in honor of the occasion here are the links to some of my own personal favorite posts:

I smell a rat, or how much I love my car (I really do).

Uh-oh, which reminds I have to go on a diet.

Gratitude, because I'll never forget.

These pictures are not for the weak of heart, where my friend NW almost called the PETA people on me.

It's my first war and I'll cry if I want to, my most recent post.

Enjoy the trip down memory lane.

Shabbat Shalom!