Huckleberry and I are on our own this week as Mrs. O is visiting relatives in Portland. I took Huckleberry to puppy day care Wednesday -- and she'd played herself out by the time I returned to get her. Once back home, she plopped on the living room floor and didn't move for about a half hour. Then, she wanted to eat and plop on the floor some more. I've often wondered about that expression: I'm working hard as a dog. I don't know of too many dogs that work hard. Huckleberry certainly doesn't (although we do walk her regularly). Here's your Thursday Wild Card ...