I sat around the house all day yesterday, with both doors wide open, warm Pensacola air blowing through, and all dog exits covered.

My roommates two little dogs were locked in her room upstairs, barking at the world to come be with them, and I couldn't.

When they were finally free, and I was loving them on the couch, they were snatched from my arms, and taken back upstairs.

Hmmm, I've had some very low points in my old life, but this one is right up there.

I have run out of energy to fight back.