Alison and I were in Vancouver for the weekend and Iva offered to dog-sit. Macy loves hanging out with Iva and I was confident Iva would take great care of the dog. I was wrong. I returned yesterday evening to discover this in my email.

Apparently, Macy was the toast of the neighborhood on St. Patrick’s Day. Nothing like a big black dog in a green t-shirt to get a crowd of drunken revelers happy.

For those of you who know me well, this is probably even funnier given my take on animal abuse dressing up pets in whacky costumes.