I think that I still have some small thorns in me. Occasionally I get a sharp "aaahhhh, sweet mother!!!!" pain when I brush up against something. This might just be fun for days.
My friends' pooch is incredibly friendly. I haven't seen him in probably three years, but he was so happy to see me. Well, see anybody. He had to go to the bathroom. I'm just a petting machine that can open a door to him. Oh, well. My buddy left me a six pack. Too bad it's all foam. Pretty tasty stuff, though. A local brewery's "Dirty Blonde".