Ghost in the Machine

The weekend is becoming predictable. Work 16 hour days all week... throw Saturday to the lions, productivity-wise at any rate. Roll on the Summer (which, it should be noted, ended yesterday - again)!

But one dog has a new bed, and the other a toy pheasant that sounds uncannily like a distressed duck when squeezed by the drooling jaws of a hungry, but intellectually challenged hound!

And tonight's blip? I can haz Chianti?