Interlude...

Apologies for the absence while I've been convalescing from surgery - more on that later.
In the mean time, some food for your thought:
I always knew that my mom and dad were crazy.

2. Consequences

I knew things were getting bad, but didn't realize until this last weekend just how bad. I got in trouble with the law, and now have a criminal record. This is what Oxy can do to you, kids. The worst part is I got my girlfriend Midge in trouble too. She's into the stuff, but not as bad as me, so I've got to take some blame.
So just to warn all of you out there: when you are trying to run off the crazies after an Oxy high, don't do it on a tennis court on Seattle public school property. A $108 ticket and a lifetime record is what you'll get for it if "the man" catches you!

<< Running off the crazies at the beach - another big NO NO!

1. Know Your Demons

So, here it goes. My name is Smudge and I have a problem. I'm a French Bulldog with an addiction to Oxy. That's short for Oxytocin, a diabolical neural chemical that's released in the brain during cuddling, petting, hugging and stuff. This video provides some critical insights about dogs and the ravishing effects of Oxy (particularly 12:40 - 15:20 on the video):
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/nature/dogs-decoded.html

btw if you watch the whole video you'll realize all you humans would just be a bunch of dumb monkeys running around in the forest scrounging for grubs if it weren't for dogs. think about that.