The Cold War between myself and the Dachshund continues. "Filthy fascist violence-monger!" I think, as I watch him chewing aggressively on his rawhide chewbone.

"Stinking leftist appeasement freak!" he growls, as he watches me reading my book on Buddhist philosophy.

It's getting tense around here, I tell you. Tense. We are both becoming quite alienated.