"Hey, He said 'Bark, Bark.' Do I have to explain everything?"

With all that is going on right now, I barely have time to do all the important stuff, like look up lists of talking dogs.

Gracie likes to watch the show "Martha Speaks," which is about a talking dog. She (Martha) has a friend that is also a dog, but lacks the gift of speech, making Martha also a translator to the humans that seem nonplussed by the existence of a talking dog. We think the dog can't read, which means she is illiterate, which is a shame.

My favorite talking dog is probably Huckleberry Hound. He is blue, wears a hat and tie and isn't afraid to sing in public.

Actually, I'm sure he isn't my favorite, but I thought this post would go somewhere when I started, but apparently it isn't.

Betty Ford Mustang...

No, it's not alcohol or sedatives. It's slot car track.

I bought a slot car track and some cars (2) for John (keep this in mind) for Christmas.

And somewhere, somehow, he may have a problem.

At last count, John's collection has grown to nine cars and 60 feet of track. John had a platform built in the upstairs bedroom and is expecting some green astro-turf in order to create a more realistic experience.

He's bought tires for the cars, more cars, track and is planning (he told me) to have the guy come back and add to the already more than 150 square feet of platform in order to add more track.

Unless he stops using the credit card to order track, we are going to have an intervention.

Wish us luck. He'll turn 4 next week. I think he's getting more cars and track for his birthday.

I'd write more, but a big box just came in from Hotslots132.