Greetings all. This is Spike, checking in from the DAWG House. To quote John Candy....."Give me some paw!"  Love Spaceballs.

The Billster has given me the green light to bark out a few paragraphs tonight. He says he has lots of "work" to do. That usually means he is either reading articles on The Onion or in a heated EBay bidding war for another electronic toy. Believe me, he wins another toy like that goofy PSP and he may be sleeping out here with me soon. Hope you like your garage like your beer....cold. What a dork.

Anyway, I thought I would share with everyone a fact that seems to be eluding people today.....the food chain is freakin rough. That's right, participants in the food chain KILL other participants. Worm eats bacteria, bird eats worm, Spike eats bird. Simple, efficient. Been this way for millions of years...and will be this way for millions more.   Pretty? No.  Naturally ruthless?  You bet.

You may be asking why I feel compelled to give everyone a simple lesson in the circle of life. Well, a little issue happened last night as nerdlinger was walking me. It started out like a normal walk. He was sharing with me a description of some ultra-clean bathroom he used in Gettysburg during his last business trip. Folks, the boy has serious issues. Anyway, as we are walking down the alley, I stumbled upon a recently deceased bird. Likely the victim of that crazy cat Cash. So, I decided to have a little late night snack. I grabbed and ate it in a matter of seconds. Well, you would have thought I had just devoured one of Bill-E-Boys' liter. He starts yelling at me, telling me the crunching noise was gross...how I should eat that swill, healthy weight dog food he buys me instead of a "poor, defenseless animal", blah blah blah.

News flash brainiac, when given a choice between bird or sticks and Styrofoam, I will chose bird 150% of the time. Besides, the bird was already dead....or at least close to it. And, by the way Bill, where do you think that hamburger, brat, and chicken breast you so much love comes from? A magical plant??? Keep in mind, it used to be alive....used to have a mom and dad....used to oink/moo/chirp/etc. Now, how do you feel????  Oh, toughen up, puss.

Bottom line....I am part of the food chain, and I have an obligation to uphold my part of it. Hey, I am part of the wolf family. I am a couple genes away from being a wild animal, my friend.  Don't cross this Cujo.

Oh well, better split. I think I hear some chirping over by that old log.  Hmmmmmm.

Until next time. Be cool.

Spike