evil and hairy continue to drag my ass around ithaker. i'd prefer to stay home, but they seem to enjoy using me to tease the neighbors. whenever i try to share the wealth vis-a-vis mastiff poops, hairy immediately snags my offering in a plastic bag. as we proceed on our pointless walk, hairy conspicuously carries the translucent bag, gloating to one and all that he bears mastiff turds.

i almost pushed this overly zealous fetchin-dog into the gorge before he ran in terror.

he was denied solace from his twoleggeds. they were appropriately worshipping me.

this is how i stared down the silly brown fetchin-dog.