3 months of fishing left, and some of the best months too, and I am probably done for the season. I argued, and reasoned, and begged, and whined, all to no avail - my wife is getting a dog, and since I work from home, I am now going to be a hostage to its bladder patterns and appetite for destruction. I am so pissed! As if a murderous parrot that's here for the rest of my life was not enough.