* Sunshine Sammy returns: “Why don’t you like my dog, a**hole?”
Hey, Rick. It’s me, Sammy, from the other day. You were over. Yeah, how’s it goin’. Look, why don’t you like my dog, a**hole? Its name is Gertrude and I hope you know she’s got gout, arthritis and a metal plate behind her ear. I mean Christ, you didn’t even smile at her…you sat there on the couch drinking my V8 and looking like a frickin’ air traffic controller. Gertrude and I have been having a heart to heart about this matter and we’re not too pleased. Plus, knowing you, you’ll give me that whole bit about how dogs are loud, smell bad, drool on and chew everything and are potentially lethal. Bush league stuff, I’m tellin’ you. Someone’s gotta get you TRAINED on being a man. And don’t even come crawling back to Gertrude, either…she’s busy. She’s…she belongs to the neighbors…I mean, she’s doing something.