Marley and I were playing with his "Wubba" yesterday when he socked me good, right in the mouth. Have you ever been punched by a 97-pound boxer?

Let's just say they earn their name.

And I have client meetings tomorrow. Awesome.

At least I can tell them it was a boxing accident. Sounds way cooler than "I got beat up by a puppy."

Marley and his Wubba are also responsible for my battered right elbow when he nearly tore it off it's hinge over the back of my living room chair. I've been unable to do a curl or pull up for nearly two months.

Someone needs to inform Marley that his namesake was a pacifist.