it didn't taste like wet dog at all

Would you believe I'm still sick?! I'm so tired of this. I'm not at Death's door, but I've been cruising Death's neighborhood for two weeks now. But the highlight this evening was our wine with dinner. We had a very tasty pinot noir with the same name as our dog. And let me tell you, Sarah makes a fine pinot.

I took a picture of our wine bottle and brought the wine corks home. I also took the note pad from the table because I'm a pack rat and have a weakness for stationary stationery.