Today’s Wednesday, or, hump day as some people like to call it, which is kind of ironic given the nature of my post today. It all started this morning, the furball had been begging and pleading from under the couch for me to get the "pit bull" out of the house. He said the incident out at the pool last Monday was a one time thing. He assured me it would never happen again. Well, this just sent me over the edge! "One time thing!" I cried, how about the prior church people incident, which inspired dad to come up with the children’s book title "The church people and the h—ny dog," you can fill in the blanks. Dad thinks he’s so clever, humpety humpety went the dog, "oh my" exclaimed the church people! Yeah dad, you’re clever alright! "What about all the other incidents out by the pool," I asked? Nothing gets the furball randier than newlyweds on a beach, than mom and dad having guests out by the pool! The sack of hair pleaded he had a "problem" and would "seek help." Seek help? I’ve been covered in yeast for weeks and smell like a bag of stale corn chips, I don’t think help is coming! Hold on a second, let me look at our medical coverage, no, nope, psychiatric treatment for half breeds who can’t keep their pants on isn’t covered. Color me surprised! As far as I’m concerned, furball can just live under the couch! Happy Hump Day, gotta go!