I wasn't greeted by a bird in the wood stove this morning, as I was Monday. Nor did Huckleberry the Beagle bother to run up the stairs to jump on me per usual as I stumbled out of the bedroom toward the shower. Mrs. O was feeding her at the time. And as Mrs. O explains Huckleberry is not about to ignore food just to jump on me and lick me. It's all about priorities. Even a dog has them. Here's today's Wild Card ...