Found a decent place to hang on LI. Coindre Hall. All the freedom you could ask for with a water view. Those LI dogs are something else though. They're either all up in your face like they haven't seen another dog in months, or they're all to themselves like they're too good for city slicker's like me and the runt. I mean, who do they think they are? They probably can't even handle a good, long asphalt leak. Pidge knows how to deal with that type anyway - bite 'em in the face.

Superbowl. What a game. I mean, how can you knock something with half time tit? Too bad the Pats won. Damn those Pats.

New Year's. What a bore! We stayed in so that we could watch Cassie - a frisky (read: ANNOYING) little pup that I suppose you could say is new in my circle of friends. As long as you're armed with Tabasco, you could probably hang with her too. My resolution is to work off the fat ball that has mysteriously appeared on my chest. Dog run here I come!

Take me to a sassy run down of 2003.