I wake up this morning and Quincy is unusually active. He is up and about as Sarah and I get ready for work. Basically he is stalking us to remind us that he really needs to go for a walk this morning or he might hire a circus midget to attack us. Anyway, after being hounded (ha-ha) for 30 minutes I take the beast for his morning stroll. Well it turns that Quincarelli wanted to revisit a spot on the road where 2 pastries met their maker and were now road kill. He had found them yesterday when we took him out after we go home from work. So the little basset waited all night and morning just so he could back to the murder scene of some twinkies and try to excavate them from the concrete.