A dog, a frog, a blog

This is Tango. She's ten pounds of terror, yet for one and a half weeks her fragile life is in my irresponsible care. She's in my care because her owners, Shafik and Macy, are off in Florida acquiring legitimacy for her -- or what some people refer to as family values.

Tango is a miniature dachshund. She's bossy and very clever -- even considering that she's oblivious to her small size. Here she is in her playful pose while she anticipates a toss of the squeaky toy.

This is Kyle. I don't know much about Kyle except that he's green, he likes to sit unmoving for hours at a time and he eats crickets, although I've yet to observe firsthand him eating one. But I know he eats them because every day there are fewer crickets in the aquarium, and I'm sure they're not escaping.

Kyle is also in my care, although I suspect he'd do just fine without me.

And I am Craig -- photo not included -- and I am in my own care. These days I'm outside my natural habitat of the studio apartment and in suburbia enjoying the benefits of two large speakers, wireless Internet access, and complete isolation from any living thing except Tango and Kyle. I sit unmoving for hours at a time on the couch tinkering with my laptop. I eat whatever is in the pantry or fridge.