Well. I was gonna tell you about Dirt Nite (barking) and Gustavo’s new tough love auntie who is driven more insane than me by his barking (way strict) who I now hear yelling back at him stuff like, “That’s IT! I am giving Ruby (she means Otterpop, Ruby’s been sitting in the car sleeping Dirt Nite off while she’s lame, but hardly anyone can tell them apart) this cookie and you get NOTHING!” (cranky), and how after a bunch of courses, the dirt (damp) started clumping up in his soft small dog hair (close to dirt) and he had to sit down in the middle of the course, so upset with the dirt, and try to get it out (embarassing). Rendered weave poles done for the night due to bad hair issues. In most ways, Gustavo not a sensitive little princess, except for this thing he has with his HAIR!

Except I’m not telling you that. TSD reader Sarah sent me a sad news clip that Mickey Rourke’s chihuahua died. Also she sent me easier bundt cake recipes. Did you ever see him on any post-Wrestler press junket news clips with Loki? Mickey, not bundt cake. Loki was a hundred year old chihuahua that he toted around everywhere. Big, tough, biker, smash face Mickey Rourke toting this ancient, creaky little sweater dog to every interview. I am pretty sure would have toted that little dog into the Oscars, into that fancy new theater on the corner of Hollywood and Highland, where my LA friends won’t be driving around this weekend because, HELLO, Oscar traffic. Up there on the stage to get his Oscar and making sure no one bumps frail little Loki on the head with that Oscar. Those things are heavy.

If you see Mickey, make sure to give him your condolences. Check off his name on your Oscar ballot. Loki up there somewhere, tottering around with all our old friends, having their own Oscar party except featuring Oscar Meyer and bacon, and everyone voting for Mickey.