It Was the Best of Walks, It Was the Worst of Walks

Well, the inevitable happened: Eph locked himself out of our apartment. The absolutely fantastic part about it initally was that it was when we were on a walk. Anne-Marie was working late, so after Eph's initial moment of being "crestfallen," as he told Anne-Marie later, we went on our merry way to the park. Hah! I have learned to trick these fools into doing my bidding.

It all went sour when the rain started. Then Eph got hungry and decided it was a good idea to tie me up outside in the veritable deluge of the downpour while he ate pizza and read the newspaper. This was my approximate level of amusement:



Not to be deterred, of course, I simply resorted to the slam-dunk tactic of barking incessantly until he came out and placated me by continuing with the our walk. He was a fool to doubt my capabilities in the first place.
















After about two hours into our little expedition, we found ourselves hunched like the huddled masses underneath a concrete overhang at the University. Eph remained "crestfallen," but I have found a new sworn enemy: rats. Those magnificent bastards. They roam freely around the colleges Dumpsters, and I may replace squirrels with them as the objects of my rabid voracity. Down, you vermin, down!