Puppy Love

there are few simple pleasures in life as great as the love of man's best friend. in my case, that's friends, plural. i took my monsters to the kennel while i headed out of town for drunken debauchery. they went in as a couple of obnoxious, bobble-headed furry nuisances, who liked to eat everything and jump up and scratch me. they came out happy to see me, but much more subdued, cuddly, and just generally appreciative of having a nicer roof over their heads. who says prison doesn't work?