I think Artie has begun chain smoking behind my back. This morning, he jumped up on the bed at 4:30am and sprawled across us as usual. Then he proceeded to hack up a lung. Hooooooack. Hooooooack. Hoooooack. He sounded like a 70 year old man who’s been smoking a pack a day since he was 16. Of course, neither Kevin nor I could sleep so instead we lay awake in bed listening to our dog hack for 20 minutes.

Hoooooack.