furthermore

Upon recent introspection, I have been forced to admit that I have had and am still having an intriguing, wonderful life. Having thus epiphanized myself, I've found it necessary to prompt myself to share all the wondrous happenings that have... um... happened.

First of all, let's talk about Edgar - who, as an alleged member of the canine species, is a pervert and a poop-head and, let's face it, a genuine mutt. Beyond that, though, he's a cute little fella who has some interesting picadilloes, like grubbing. For some reason, Edgar has an uncanny ability to sniff out plump little grubs and other grub-like things on the ten foot by ten foot square of grass where we take him to "do business". After business has been dispensed with, Edgar generally is quite recalcitrant about returning to the house. Some days, however, he positively drags me around back, down the stairs, and indoors, where he proceeds to flop down secretively on the rug in the kitchen. This is my cue to pry open his mouth, where I inevitably find a grub, a caterpillar, or a grubcaterpillar-like stick.

Now, don't you feel enriched?