JD’s terrorist attacks (peeing) have reached a new high. We have raised the terror level from not-cool to may-attempt-to-drown. Leah and I had to bring in some professional help—The Rug Doctor. We began bombardment Tuesday night with chemical agents and continued again last night. The rug in our apartment is about 800 years old and has probably seen too many tenants. Instead of smelling nice after being shampooed the rug just smelled like a wet dog—lovely. However, it no longer smells like JD’s pee. Win some, lose some.