Our hound gets a new bone, loses her mind

Our six-pound Pomeranian/mutt Chloe, whom my wife and I affectionately call The Hound, got a new bone recently, sending her into spasms of joy, aggression and Mogwai. Don’t be fooled by her cuteness. It’s all just a ploy to get whatever the hell she damn well pleases.


Author: Joe Donatelli

Joe Donatelli is a writer in Los Angeles. He publishes The Humor Columnist.