Oh, it isn't just the dog - my grandfathers were all born in Bukovina, the last stop before Transilvania. We've all vampire blood running in our veins! That explains the beatuy, the geekiness and the surreal hatred for religion that we all share.

And my dog looks terrible there, I know =P she's actually cute (or was, she's almost nine years old, too old for cute) when she poses like the breed-dog she's supposed to be, but since she's also a complete hyperactive disaster there's no known way to get her to pose for more than .67 seconds.

And I know, I look weird there. It might be the hair - tied up in one, pink in the other. Or it may be that I lost weight and thus my face looks all sunken. Or maybe I'm low on blood intake. Who knows?

BTW, on the conquering Mexico bit - yep, we've got close to no army, and what we do have has probably forgotten how to use a gun.
(Until a national disaster hits and they get a chance to steal stuff, then they remember)
But we do have one of the most powerful weapon known to mankind... explosive dhiarrea.