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Man I hate Monday mornings, would love to just go back to bed. Weird though, on my days off I don't mind getting up early. Soo I've come to the conclusion that I really just don't want to go to work. Charlie made some grilled steak lastnight and was at the table cutting one in half, after it was cooked, and dropped a big peice on Corkys head, poor dog had red stuff all over his head and face (from the marinade). To make it worse for the dog it was in a spot on his body that he couldn't even reach to lick it , ya know for the taste. Well off I go.