As many of you know, Andrew and I have a beagle-bulldog mix named Loki, after the Norse god of chaos and mischeif. It totally fits his personality. We came home the other day and he had gotten out of his crate and destroyed some magazines. It looked like it had snowed paper, and there he was napping on our bed surrounded by what used to be 6 months worth of Andrew's playboys. Apparently Loki doesn't appreciate Hugh Hefner's portrayal of women.