death by bassett hound

At lunch today I saw a baby bassett hound and nearly died of the cuteness. His ears were almost longer than his widdle legs as he trotted over to me. I leaned down to pet him, and he promptly turned around, lay down on my feet, leaned against my legs, and looked up at me as if to say, "why don't we just snuggle right here, you and me, forever?" he was three months old, and possibly the softest dog I have ever petted. When I walked away, I could feel my heart breaking, just like that, after a one minute courtship.

I've had this cold so long, I suppose it was inevitable: now I'm addicted to cough drops. Well, at least I've switched to the sugar-free kind...

and some fun from McSweeney's:
If Only They Kept Diaries: Roadrunner.