Happy Birthday KiKi

I have to take time from what I won't even refer to as Palace intrigue anymore; it is simply chaos and carnage brought on by some of the most bizarre business decisions ever imagined.

But, that aside, my little guy, my best friend KiKi turned 17 this week and I will treat him to a pork roast, marinated in wine and garlic for the occasion. People are always agog at my cooking for KiKi, and often try to lecture me about how unhealthy it is for a dog to eat human food. KiKi has always eaten pretty much the same food I eat (which includes veggies) and no one will ever convince me that ground up fat and bones called "dog food" is good for a any creature; my rule: If I won't eat it, neither with he.

In any event, although KiKi suffers from Parkinson's, he says he looks and feel pretty good for 17. He also says that--if I'm good--I can have some pork roast, too. Scotty always tells people, "I want to die and come back as Alexis's dog, even if I have to wait in dog purgatory for a while".
Well, get in line.