I always knew the DOG and I made a somewhat odd pair. Never mind the age difference (a generation!). Never mind that he’s a quaalude and I’m a very long line of cocaine. And so what if until recently he didn’t know Greg from Peter from Bobby? We’re different, he and I, and that’s just a fact. But I never realized just how zany our household is until I peeked into the refrigerator yesterday morning and saw this: