It's been quite a while since I've posted an update in regards to Loogie, the dog with intestines of steel. Really he's been kinda quiet lately. He finally polished off the slat of fence. He's eaten a couple pairs of jeans. Maybe at his old age pica just isn't as fun anymore.
But for whatever reason his tradition is alive and well. From out of nowhere, Joey, Emma, or I will say, "If Louie were here, do you think he'd eat _____?" Then someone else will jump in, "Oh yeah! Hey, if Louie were here, do you think he'd eat the TV?" "Yeah. If Louie were here, you think he'd eat the ceiling fan?" Etc etc.
It drives Julie nuts. Which, of course, is why we do it. :)
In other news, Joey told me last night that I look like Peter Griffin. Not sure how to take that.
If Louie were here, you think he'd eat Greg's manpurse?