Sad, sad, sadness. Very sad.
Gail and I are sitting there watching the last bit of the Colbert Report repeat from the night before. We hear someone rattling the doggie food bowl. Gail walks over to the bowls, and this is what she sees.
She was on her last legs… very weak, not having eaten in — what? Hours?
She was so… SO… sad. And so very, very weak!
Someone, quick! Call the ASPCA!
