Kyrie Eleison

That's Greek for Lord Have Mercy. And I mean every word of it.

It's been a tumultuous couple days. And I ain't talking about the stock market. The biped is moving and I've been trembling non-stop for 48 hours. I can't help it. Anytime that there is change, I shake. If the biped changes his underwear, I shake. If he changes my water, I shake. If he changes the arrangement of the furniture in the living room, I shake. Welcome to the life of a chihuahua.

So finally, after an ordeal of 48 hours that included Fire Department inspectors and Elaine Anderson and realtors and oil companies and storage units, we are quasi-settled in our temporary new home. It's nice. It's small. It's one floor. It's old. The floors slant severely, but it's fun for me when I'm chasing my toys.


What are the things I'm going to miss about that old place? It got a lot of sunlight. And having stairs meant that sometimes I could be at eye level with the biped. And that wood stove sure kept the place HOT in the winter. But this is a new adventure. Even if I shake for most of it.


On a trip down to the biped's storage unit (and the biped has been grumbling non-stop about articles in the Banner he was in--but who after being interviewed doesn't feel like their statements were taken out of context?), we stopped and got ice cream at Sweet Escape in Truro.


Now, I love Lewis Brothers, but I've never gotten free ice cream there. Barb at Sweet Escape, in addition to nuzzling my wattle, gave me some delicious Madagascar Vanilla. The biped had Ryder Beach Rubble or something like that.



And so we're moved in and waiting for the vice presidential debate to start. The biped read an editorial to me and I barked out loud. This is the punch line.

Mr. Biden is savvy enough to know how important it is that he avoid even the slightest appearance of malice. But the tripwire for this type of behavior is calibrated very tightly. In the 2000 New York Senate race, Congressman Rick Lazio walked across a debate stage to challenge his opponent, Hillary Clinton, to sign a pledge. Mr. Lazio, whose nickname was “Little Ricky” and who appeared at that point to be about 17-years-old, was widely vilified for bullying his opponent. To my knowledge, there is no one on this planet capable of bullying Ms. Clinton.

I should mention, too, that the biped is likely to get a little misty eyed--the location of the debate, Washington University in St. Louis, is his alma mater. He has been rambling on at length about how he saw Bill Clinton and Ross Perot and the elder Bush debate there in '92 and he and his buddies waved at Bill and Hill. Sounds like ancient history to me. News flash: She ain't gonna be president!