Either Mrs O or I forgot to latch Huckleberry's kennel last night. So we heard the pitter-patter of little feet an hour too early this morning. I thought -- pretended? -- I was dreaming. So Mrs O got up to let Huckleberry outside earlier than usual. I couldn't go back to sleep. So I went down stairs to begin the day. Huckleberry seemed satisfied with herself. Mrs O & I were sleep-deprived. Why am I telling you this? If I'm crankier than usual today, you can credit Huckleberry. Proceed with caution. Here's today's Wild Card ...