♪Smile♪
♪Though your heart is aching♪
♪Smile♪
♪Even though it's breaking♪
♪When there are clouds in the sky♪
♪You'll get by♪
♪If you smile through your fears and sorrow♪
♪Smile♪
♪And maybe tomorrow♪
♪You'll see the sun come shinin' through♪
♪If you just smile♪

♪Light up your face with gladness♪
♪Hide every trace of sadness♪
♪Although a tear may be ever so near♪
♪That's the time♪
♪You must keep on trying♪
♪Smile♪
♪What's the use of crying♪
♪You'll find that life is still worthwhile♪
♪If you just smile♪

Little Bit, my campaign manager, is out on sick leave.  We have been having a lot of pity parties around here.  Don't get me wrong.  I love ice cream as much as the next dog, but really.  I'm not the moping type.

Don't worry, the campaign is coming along fine.  I have no doubt I'll be on Capitol Hill soon.  New band members are joining every day.  Ethel is going to dance for us.  I've also joined DETH (Dogs for the Ethical Treatment of Humans) which will be a good place to make connections.  You can join too, for the low, low price of 2 bones and a rosette for Dexter.

It is only because I am so Cosmo-Politan that I even needed a campaign manager.  Maybe I should work on the Cosmo part.  Head in space.  Lyle in space.  Lyle discovers 10th planet.  Oh, wait.  They did that already.  And I hear the Shuttle is grounded.  Too bad.  They would love me on Mir.

There's only one other thing I can think to do.

TOGA PARTY!!

Grab your binkies or bedsheets  and get ready to TOGA!!  I'll bring the biscuits (but you can't eat 'em).  Little Bit can still have ice cream.  But there will be no pity here.  Just good clean dog fun. (Assuming you washed your sheets first.)  First one to figure out how to get a toga on wins.