Biloxi Boy
Man With A Golden Arm
I had a dog once. An inside one at that. Problem was he'd never been properly trained and did not know how to get out the door and into the yard. To make the things worse, he could not make up his mind where to go inside, so he went everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. Naturally, I expected something somewhere because poor bastard could not get outside. But, everywhere? He even invented new places that I would have never considered. For a time I seriously thought about sitting down and explaining everything to him, but he was, after all, just a dog, and an old one at that. Poor dog never did figure it out.