Anger Management

So much has happened since my last post that it’s difficult to know where to begin.  The struggle has continued despite formidable challenges from within.  Our ranks have grown as the humans wrestle with their financial markets, yet rest assured that kibble production remains high and no intervention will be necessarily to stabilize the Greenie markets.  

Recent lowlights include:

• Clod being gone for most of September, which caused Otto and I to high-paw with the ill-conceived belief that victory was ours.  We even order a Goodwill pickup for his remaining clothes, only to have them arrive on the day of Clod’s return.  Oh the fury…
• The so-called “Genius Bar” struggling to understand the most rudimentary of barked instructions.  That’s right guy-in-sneakers-and-spiky-hair, I said I need a diminutive mouse and keyboard, so take off your messenger bag and start paying attention.
• Mom taking us to the vet for a series of tests that makes water-boarding sound like a theme park ride.  More on that in another post…

Your pee-mail and letters have been backing up while our machinery was in lockdown.  We’ll address a question from a claustrophobic doxie experiencing an identity crisis tomorrow.  Until then, I’ll attempt to deal with the uncontrollable rage building from within.  As Aristotle said, “Anyone can become angry. That is easy. But to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose and in the right way… that is not easy.”  

Viva la revolution and remember that only losers hate a wiener!