The dog is a sweetie-pie.

He was actually a little sick yesterday, and I had to get up during the second period of Game 4 of the Stanley Cup final to clean up. While I was up, my Pittsburgh Penguins scored 3 goals in 6 minutes to take the lead, 4-2.

As a sports fan, I am superstitious enough to think that this is pretty good evidence that I have The Gift, and if I want my team to win, perhaps I should avoid watching the rest of the series . . .

Gordy seems back to normal this morning -- he probably had too many training treats the day before