As any Dave Barry fan knows, today is Talk Like a Pirate Day. I am proud to say the two guys who started it are from right here in Oregon. Yes, friends, you will find creative and not at all strange folks such as these here in this fine state, so all of you should come visit right away.

For now, be sure to talk like a pirate. That's an order, ye scurvy dogs.

In other news, I made an appointment today to have my rottweiler, Shasta, spayed next week. We were told when we got her from the rescue she had already been fixed, but the original owner told us later that was not the case, and we knew it for certain when Shasta went into heat a couple months ago and took a decided interest in our chow chow, Tai, the only male dog in the house. He's fixed and an old man, so he was decidely not a happy camper having Shasta wave her hind end in his face at every opportunity. Since Shasta won't quite fit on the back of my scooter, a neighbor will be her chauffeur to the vet's office. I, of course, will be her escort.

Take care, me hearties. I'm off to go pillage t'fridge for some grub.