In an effort to apply more of a "Loving Life" theme to the rest of my week, I have begun with a tiny step. My dog (or at least part of him) is investigating this incident. I had no idea who produced this piece of art until my 12-year-old confronted me while I was parading around with it on one hand and my Canon 40D perched precariously on the other (with flash). I think I have coughed enough to break part of my throat, at least that's what it feels like right now.