The boy and the dog.

I sit here watching the boy play with the dog, or rather I sit here watching the boy pick up the dog toy and throw it, then run away from the dog when she tries to bring it back. He really want to play with her, but he'd rather do it from another room if he could. We're burned out on transformers, or rather I'm burned out on transformers. We played transformers from 10am till 2pm with a short break for lunch. One can only take so much before he begins to crack.

The damn dog is getting worse at listening, I swear she listened better before we trained her. Now you have to tell her to do something five or six times before she does. Doesn't seem like anything we do helps her listen, maybe I should resort to using my hand...

Headache getting worse, sun coming out, flaming ball of death evil...