When I get un-lazy, I’m going to post pictures of my craaaaazy pug, Mojo (aka Stinkmo, the Amazing Stinkmo, Poop-Mo, Crap-Mo, Sir Crap-a-Lot, Poopy McCrapalot, Crappy McStinkalot and Moji (a nickname expressly forbidden to be uttered in my presence, but heavily favored by my parents and my sister)

I will also post a picture of the 15” hole he tore in the middle of my kitchen floor linoleum a couple weeks back.

Have you ever been so mad that you’re perfectly calm? That’s where I was.

Maybe (if I can get him to stand still long enough) I’ll post a picture of him and the hole together so you can see that the dog’s RCF (relative cuteness factor) does not diminish even though he’s standing next to something he’s destroyed that will cost me several hundred dollars to replace, unless I somehow magically transform into Bob Villa.