Monday morning and I’m eager to get to my desk, but first I have to make a pathway through a sea of dog toys.  And since Bogie loves to chase and ‘kill’ his toy bunny, squirrel and lamb, there’s usually a pile of stuffing mixed in with everything else . . . a graveyard of injured toys. Naturally, once he’s designed this obstacle course for me, he leaps onto the sofa and promptly falls asleep.  Isn’t that just like a male?