Armchair Quartergeek

The dog has peed. Lucky for us, he did it when I took him outside. He's curled up on the couch right now. If I could convince Gretchen to trot upstairs and get my Webcam, I'd show you what I'm talking about. She's making soup for lunch, though – so I best not interrupt her. It's some kind of momato-based meal. “Die, Flanders!” Not that I could do any better with it, just that liquid food tends not to satisfy me fully. I'll be hunting around in the fridge a few hours from now, regardless. Need solids. Body needs solids. I crave sustenance. That's the word of the day; everybody scream and shout.