And our bodies are earth. And our thoughts are clay. And we sleep and eat with death

• All Quiet on the Western Front
  

And life at the Evil Empire Emporium does sometimes seem to resemble life in the trenches of World War I

[Just before anyone gets offended please remember that I am only a dog, of French extraction, and in no way wish to detract from the sacrifices made by millions of soldiers on both sides of the conflict which came to be known as "The Great War" or the war to end all wars.]

This is merely a light hearted blog, written by a dog, and reflecting the, sometimes dry and sometimes wicked, sense of humor which I share with my owner.

So, over the top we go to the stirring sound of bagpipes, onwards to certain death, or at least to rejection of our sales overtures.