Well, Voodoo was having one of those days. Today he managed to: -Knock over the garbage can -Shred the newspaper -Chew on the trellis -Get swatted on the nose by evil kitty -Take a turn too fast and slam into the fence. He now has a bit of a limp. -drop a nasty, drooly chew bone on top of the new quilt my mother-in-law made for us. -Chewed up an ant bait. I had to call poison control. They said he'd be fine; the worst I can expect would be a little mouth irritation. -Got his head stuck in the bag of ferret chow while he was trying to sneak a bite. On the upside, he learned "shake". So I guess he was a tiny bit good today. Hey Jess, how's Zydeco doing? Any crazy goings-on at your house?