
Does he look guilty to you?
He just escaped from the backyard, ran across the street to pick a fight with the German Shepherd who lives there...and...what was I doing when this transpired? I was plugging away at converting all the illustrations in
Fetal Pig Coloring Book to grayscale—in my jammies. I was jolted awake by simultaneous doorbell buzzing and pounding on the living room window. It was my neighbor, Barbra.
"I think I have your dog in my backyard..."
She couldn't possibly have my dog.
As we schlepped across the icy, mud-puddly street, me in my jammies, sandals and parka, she said, "My dog's
never been in a fight with another dog before this..."
And then, of course, there he was. In Barbra's backyard. Wagging himself in half, sooooo happy to see me. I wanted to throttle him.
After apologizing for my bad, neglected dog and my disheveled appearance, Kodi and I slinked home, shooting "it's all
your fault" looks at each other.