danny gets a raise

danny spent the previous day yelping at the evil marmots, our mortal enemies, the hatfields to our mccoys. this morning he's suspiciously quiet.

mom: danny's so gentle. once he had a bird in his mouth, but he just carried it around without hurting it.
me: hm.

we look outside and see one very happy brown poodle galloping in circles through the field.

danny: this one's for jae. i hear he misses me.
mom: you're hired!

and we thought he didn't have the stomach for it. admittedly it's just a baby, and rather cute, but evil nonetheless.

mom: should i drop some flaming logs down the ends of the marmot tunnels?
me: i'll think about it.