Belmont Drunk

I forgot to mention this, but Saturday Belmont (our bulldog puppy...I forget sometimes that not everyone who visits here now knows who I am) knocked over a patio table containing Gwen and her friend Kristins alcoholic milkshakes. While they were trying to explain to the downstairs neighbors why there was sludge all over their patio now, Belmont lapped up about two shots worth of Amaretto. The good news is, he's not a mean drunk. Mostly a sleepy drunk. Although that night he wouldn't stop crying until I waled him at about 2am. (This was in the middle of my night where I was already only getting a few hours of sleep because of my work schedule.) Wow, I can't wait to have kids!
Maybe he had the spins.