Last summer, the neighbor people asked me to walk their dog while they were away for a long, three-day weekend.  The only time that I had ever seen the little furbag yappy dog was when I was going to fetch my morning’s newspaper and she’d try to disprove Darwin’s Theory of Evolution, where-in the larger, smarter species would squash the crap out of the one-pound, little furry annoying rodent-like animal. Continue reading Just Walking the Dog →