So Boris seems to have stuck his nose in the wrong flower patch. One side of his face is swollen up and so on that side he looks like a bloodhound. He is at the vet right now, awaiting examination. Apparently it could also be an abscess or some other problem. Me, with my extensive and fundamental canine empathy, I'm going with the bee-sting theory. I'm told that Vinnie is happily gnawing away on a rawhide chew, unconcerned about the absence of the other dog. He may think he has won. The only winners are the five bronze corydoras that have become the first inhabitants of the aquarium in our living room. Hopefully they will not succumb to the common fate of pioneers, a cold, bitter death trailblazing a path for future fishies.