don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (or antonio banderas)

i'm a little concerned. the ruskie keeps speaking about how she's going to steal the dog when she goes to houston. no matter how much i tell him all the reasons he shouldn't go to houston, i'm convinced that i'm going to come home one day and his bags (filled with balls and high heels) will be packed and he'll be thumbing (or dew clawing) his way across country with the ruskie (they could probably take her terrorist mobile though).

now, usually i wouldn't be so concerned seeing as the nights that i'm at work slaving away at the crime fighting, the jew is home protecting the dog from being hauled off to mess with texas.

however, tonight the jew is playing god overnight on some ambulance and i'll be off saving the world (not really) until 11pm. and then my kraut is coming and we're off to get pancakes & rum until probably 3am.

this leaves a prime opportunity for the ruskie to steal the dog!

i'm very concerned. very concerned indeed.

(his eyes aren't closed cause he's sleeping, they're closed because he really loves sombreros. which is why i'm so concerned!)