…So one of my dogs, Dexter, hopped the fence this morning while I was pouring myself a cup of coffee (friggin’ squirrels, always tempting the poor li’l guy with their twitching squirrel tales and their taunting squirrel chirps) — and now I can’t find him. Anywhere. I’ve driven around the neighborhood three times, too.

Anyway, I have to go teach in a few minutes, so if any of you reading this happen to see a little black dog with his tail wagging crazily and a dead squirrel hanging from his mouth, please coax him inside and drop me a note.

Thanks.

[update: After several hours away, Dex wandered back home on his own. No thanks to you bastards.]