So I arrive in Los Angeles and spend a few days with my parents… After the comic about my high school reunion, no I did not see any of my friends from high school.

When I was last at my parents house they had one dog, a miniature Shih Tzu.  This time they have a new dog, who is in desperate need of some obedience training according to Cecil.  Within 30 seconds of my arrival the dog had decided that Cecil (my stuffed monkey) was a new toy.  I was instructed that I needed to put anything I didn’t want to the dog to get on a higher shelf, not on a chair or table.  Perhaps the canine inmates were running the asylum.

I had a nice visit with my parents, my mother had been in the hospital for some heart issues that actually turned worse once I left (she’s much better now). I was really glad to spend some time with them, since I don’t get much of a chance due to our geographic distance.  As for their dog… I’ve realized after all this time I’m a cat person.