Bad and Badder

My dog's appetite for destruction continues.

Recently she chewed up another cell phone, another TV remote control, two books, three flashlights, and chocolate coins wrapped in gold foil. Wouldn't it be cool if she pooped golden nuggets?

Fellow travelers

Stood near the liquor store at Union Station while Rob bought his usual afternoon beer for the commute home. Three Transportation Security Agency dudes and a bomb-sniffing dog strolled past. TSA is spending a few days riding public transit in several cities to see whether they can flush out terrorists. Somewhere in the crowd is an undercover agent, watching to see if anybody flees.

Welcome aboard, boys. No eating or drinking on the Metro, or else there could really be trouble.