Apparently, I used to be cool, too.

Posted by Morgan on June 24, 2009 at 11:07 am.

So, a comment from my friend Eric yesterday (he was dissapointed that I had blogged about J&K+8…but c’mon – Jon IS a total douchnozzle) got me thinking. Has pregnancy made me soft? Has my sense of humor gone the way of my ass and turned to complete mush? I did used to post about absurd news stories and flying cars a bit more often, whereas my more recent posts have taken on a more sentimental tone, talking about family and nursery decorating and crap…but does this mean I’m losing my edge? When I was working full time, and research and keeping up on weird internet shit was part of my job, I definitely stumbled across some odder items to blog about on a more regular basis. Plus, looking back, I also talked about Ninjas a lot more. *sigh*…I do love Ninjas. But I want to keep things interesting for my respected friends who aren’t about to be living in a world of poopy diapers and breastmilk (E – you know you’re super psyched about reading my inevitable “pumping” posts.)

So to prove (mostly to myself) I’m not that soft – here’s a picture of a dog’s butthole. More specifically: Zoey, the sweet little Jindo puppy that stayed with us a few weeks ago, and unexpectedly got her period.

See – Zoey’s Daddy was supposed to have had her spayed, but apparently hadn’t gotten around to it yet, and didn’t think it warranted a mention when he dropped his Pup at our place for a week. Naturally, we had no puppy pads on hand – because – well, we weren’t expecting a menstruating houseguest. So we took one of the newborn baby diapers that I scored at the Ellen Show (and yes, that’s Gaf tape we used to affix it – the regular diaper sticky part wouldn’t stay with all of that puppy-like squirming – don’t worry, we didn’t get any of her fur in there) and slapped it on her bottom while Scott ran out in search of lady products suitable for a dog. If you look closely, you can see the hound going in for a sniff to check things out.

See? That wasn’t about babies. (I guess it was about menstruation though, and a baby dog…dammit.) But hell – I’m going to be a Mommy…I’ve got to soften up a bit at some point, right? I mean, I can’t have my little girl running around calling people donkey-schlongs and laughing at dick and fart jokes before she even starts school, can I? …Can I?