This is my dog,
Mad Max,
he's a cutie.
Mad Max,
he's a cutie.

and here he is licking the futon... I can't assure you whether it is a delicious futon or not. Perhaps if I were a bit more tired or if Logan were here (just to weird him out and get a laugh at his confused face) I may do more extensive
research but alas I am no where near 3-in-the-morning tired and Logan is somewhere being fantasically maggotish, probably in the woods, and probably marching*. So, without further ado or knowledge of the tastiness of my couch, I leave you to gaze upon Mad Max licking the futon.*I put the little starry next to marching because sometimes it's not really marching. It's just walking long distances with a lot of pounds of ruck sack on his back and a gun in his hands... sometimes.




