This. Behind this terminally cute face lies the calculating mind of diabolical megalomaniac; she appears to have brought the wardens and the rest of the inmates under her spell, but I, Charlie Bravo, MD, PH D, QOTC, refuse to be convinced that she doesn't have her own designs on global conquest. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree; does no one else remember that her very conception was not exactly immaculate? Or the lengths…

And now back we go to "normalcy", dad back to work, and me to hanging out making my plans for world domination; I have to admit that I feel some of the twinges of dread that I don't seem to experience when out on the road. In moments of self doubt, I have to wonder; is all this talk of leaving my crate just so much hypocrisy? Although I'm the same dog in the Ozarks…