I've had better days

Dog days aren't always happy days. During my walk on Friday morning, I was attacked by a dog wandering the neighborhood. My guardian angel must have been watching over me, because a kind stranger (thanks Dave!) helped my Mom and Dad pull the dog off of me, avoiding serious injury. After a few stitches, I should return to fine form in about a week.

Tomato fights

My parents and I have been wrangling over ownership of the tomatoes in our garden. They insist on keeping me away from that delectable fruit, but I have different plans. Anytime they're not looking, I conduct clandestine raids. It's gotten down to a battle of wills...