I caught the Headmaster lookin' at websites tonight that claim they sell products to remove 'tear stains" from dogs.  I don't know what are tear stains, but I do know that I don't like it when he rubs stuff on my face.  I can't really tell any difference, but I think the idea is that it will remove the warpaint I put on to look cool and tough.  I mean, really, come on, why can people do makeup and tattoos and all that, and I can't even get away with a little red paint on my face.  I tell you, it just isn't right.

The Old Guy is gone.  I'm not surprised, as he told me a while back that he had more important things to do,  The most important result of his departure, however, is that I now have to be top dog.  You would think that the biggest dog - Seamus - would be top dog, but he just isn't interested. The same is true of Ryeleigh, who just isn't interested in anything except protecting the house from Butch, the mailman.  Leia thinks sh is tough, but, seriously, she's a pushover. That leaves me and, as the Old Guy told me it was my responsibility, I guess I'll take the job.  Evi is now Top Dog. Jes sayin.