Bad Dog

I think my comment to Doug, the super bad dog, was appropriate today. However, I don't think it had the impact I was envisioning.

Here's what I said: "Doug, you bastard." This, after he decided to grab a perfectly good, wonderfully yummy, completely wrapped loaf of ciabatta bread from the grocery sack and destroy it.

He looked at me like "Yeah? Your point? My Mom WAS a bitch."

That encapsulates my day: foiled by a dog whose exhaustive use of proper English from the animal kingdom renders my insult null and void.

DOH.