WORLD'S GREATEST CHEF

Today's dinner was two expertly-reheated hot dogs and an entire can of sliced peaches. I bought four of those a while ago on special and forgot about 'em until this week. Don't you love that? It's like a present you give to yourself.

I updated the Dogblog again -- it's up to 160 now. That is total madness right there.

Suggestions received so far point to me looking into this Hugo Boss stuff as the next aftershave, although I'm going to give everything mentioned at least a once-over, if I can handle it. I have one of those senses of smell where if I do something wrong -- like, say, take some really deep, serious whiffs of a newspaper -- I might end up with a headache that could kill a whole flock of pigeons. I learned early on not to do that with newspapers.