I let the dog out, or I let him in, and we talk some. I let him know I like him, and he lets me know he likes me.

I don't know if the camera likes me, but I do like the camera.

And how should we behave during this Apocalypse? We should be unusually kind to one another, certainly. But we should also stop being so serious. Jokes help a lot. And get a dog, if you don't already have one.

I like to take my dog on the road. He stays up front; he likes it there.

I work for him despite his faults and he lets me work for him despite my deficiencies.

It is a big temptation to me, when I create a character for a novel, to say that he is what he is because of faulty wiring, or because of microscopic amounts of chemicals which he ate or failed to eat on that particular day.