Sammy has a new project: He has been stealing cigarette butts out of my ash tray. In the night, he will grab a pack and carry it off. This one he happened to push underneath my desk. While looking for this one, I found his stash of play-butts under a futon in another room. I've not yet been able to get a picture of him with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, but I have seen it.

I know. Many of you out there are thinking that I should quit anyway.


Sammy and Frank. They didn't used to be that big.


Sammy sleeping.


The Line-up.


Duke's glowing eyes.


Dean sort-of waking up.


More sleeping.