The dogs are on me as soon as I wake up. The second dog on one leg the other on the first. This is new. Usually it's the first on one, the second on the other. Even dogs have their favorite humpmates. And I'm thinking a most usual thought: if two dogs are humping your legs at the same time, are you in the midst of doggy group sex? Can you be prosecuted for what your dogs do to you? Am I my dogs' bitch? Such are the days that follow the nights when I wake up at my desk reporting from the mouth of hell. Oy. They have both had their way with me. At least with my leg. Make that legs. Time to clean up. Give them a good feed. They are just being dogs. Not able to control themselves. Can't prosecute a dog for doing what a dog does. Not like they are in the Air Force or on a college football team doing nasty things to women. Besides if my dogs were in the Air Force and committed crimes, most certainly they would be prosecuted. It's not like people on terra firma above live in a world where women are not respected, right? What kind of society would let men get away with crimes like rape against women? Where would such a society's priorities be? If I ever get away from hell, I want to live in a world where we feed the poor and find cures for what really ails us. But enough of that. I have to feed these dogs before they make me their bitch again. Here's your bowl, Levitra. Cialis, knock it off. You'll get fed soon enough.