The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Why is it that when I was in college I had eleventy-billion useless frisbees just laying around, even breeding in my closet, but now when I actually want one I can't even find one to buy? It's not right I tell you, not right!

I have a new upper-body workout, that we like to call "Rowing with Fenrir." We're waiting for the day when he pulls on the rope and flings me across the room. But it is one hell of a good upper-body workout.

He's all gimpy again, though - this time his right front foot. Anyone familiar with German Shepherd puppies? Do they have troubles with growing pains? This has happened before, with both of his back legs (on separate occasions). He just starts...limping around one day, but has no sore spots, scratches, punctures, or abrasions. And, about a week later, it stops. And since he's the whimperingest dog I have ever seen, if he had a sore spot and we touched it, we would know. This time it's a front foot, which is even more pathetic yet amusing. Hasn't reduced his energy, either - he still wants to play, even if he's all gimpy when he jumps around.

Also, it's about 800 degrees in my office. This sucks.

$92 shipped (next day shipping, no less!) after price match, woo! Also, I lust after these, but I need black boots more.

What!? They're totally for work. Yup. Can't wear sandals, need boots. And my stompy flame boots somehow don't strike me as all that work appropriate. And since my other actual nice boots have fallen apart over the years, it was time for more boots anyway. I like boots. Stomp stomp stomp.

[EDIT] ...Wow. Worst idea EVER. And I'm not saying that lightly. It's the automotive version of this culinary nightmare.