My host family owns a lot of dogs. This is one of their dobermans. The telling look of confusion in his eyes, the fury in his stance, and the overall image of unbridled retardation in this ridiculous animal is not just something you made up in your head when you saw him. They have two of them, and they bark. When I´m sleeping, they´re barking. If I´m coming home, they´re barking. If I try to cross the backyard, they´re nipping my heels.

In order to cure at least some of these problems, I bought a huge bag of doggy treats at the Mas x Menos grocery store across the street. Every time I come home, or step into the backyard, and they´re barking at me, I throw them one. I´ve been doing it for the last few weeks. Now when they hear me open the fence, they´re barking like mad, but when they recognize me, they sit down and whimper. I would consider us friends if it weren´t for the fact that they still bark at everything else that passes through the yard, especially at 3 a.m.

In other news, I wrote an emergency column for The CW in less than an hour Wednesday afternoon while I was at work, because I loooooooooove the CW thaaaaaat much. You can read it here
http://media.www.cw.ua.edu/media/storage/paper959/news/2007/06/07/Opinion/Go.Start.Your.Own.Adventure-2912884.shtml