Tonight we're taking care of Freckles, our former roommate Ashley's Saint Bernard. Which reminds me. The other day we were walking in the snowy woods with Ashley and Freckles and a gentleman on skis stopped to comment. "Where's his barrel?" he asked. Ashley was able to tell him "he already drank it" without even a pause for thought, having heard the same inane question about 500 times before. Of course, the gentleman could very well have asked the question without thinking himself; surely he didn't imagine he was the first to utter it.