Why I Never Wanted Children or Pets

It probably doesn't seem like so much, but walking on my own sidewalk can be quite an adventure when Buddy is visiting. Sometimes he will let me get far enough into the yard that escape is out of the question, and the games begin. Some of his games are painful (the ankle game, the ram you with my bullet proof head game), and some are not quiet as bloody (the shoelace game, and the shred your shoes game), but all make movement difficult. The more I gasp for air, squirt blood, and lose interest in living, the more fun he thinks we are having. I've noticed that children behave pretty much the same way.