What are you looking at?

 Sunday is flying by in a blur.  Here is why.  Spockie, what are you looking at?

"Tiny".  The puppy we found in the neighborhood when we were driving home from church.  He is small enough we can keep him kenneled in the garage until Tuesday.  Someone dropped him in the vacant field last night after dark fleas and all to fend for himself.  Makes me sick and mad.  We have fed and watered him, gave him a flea bath (20 bugs and more filth than should be allowed) and he is good to go until we can take him to the shelter.