Bo, you are a very bad dog, Bo.

I forgot and left my briefcase on the couch this morning (or as Jordan likes to call it, my "man purse") and that meant I had to drive all the way back home from work and get it. Annoying!

Also annoying was the fact that Bo (or "the damn dog" as he shall hereafter be referred to) pulled open my briefcase and fished out the two granola bars that I had thoughtfully stowed away for lunch and ate them. Then he pulled a stick of butter off the counter and ate that too.

I congratulate you on your ability to operate a zipper, Bo. BUT YOU ARE A VERY BAD DOG.