Update?

Old as the hills picture. Did it work?



Yes. It did. It works!

So... Back from the dead, drunken and bruised and slathered with band-aids and random salves and ointments, and once again perched on high in the tawny executive suite here on the 93rd floor of the Gleaming Towers of One Utahdog Center, World Congress of the Americas. I am. Me. Here. Still. As it were. Or is. Or whatever.

Stay tuned...