M.I.A.

Last week was a doozy. I was working like a dog on a report, My Bologna gashed his right front paw, Dexter had a 103 degree fever. Glad to say that I got the 178 pager out on deadline, My Bologna's bum paw is on the mend, and Dexter, while still a mucus-factory, is now feeling very energetic and affectionate (and sharing his germy-germs with the rest of us!).

If You Thought F-Hole Was Bad...

Wait until you hear Dexter say, "big truck." We're working on helping him properly pronounce "tr".