This is for the dogs without access to the internet...to tell their tales of quiet leisurely suffering....

Just the facts:


What I did today.
Why I got hit (and I will get hit, believe me).
How bad it was.  (1-waved at with a newspaper, 10-out on the curb in a refrigerator box)
(and, optionally) What I did to retaliate.


Colors/layout may not be pretty, but...I'm a dog.  Of course, that didn't stop me from finishing a Masters in Design, but, really, it's amazing that I can even type this.


Comments are welcome, but, again...I'm a dog.  I can't read.


arf.