The next morning, Dean's headed...somewhere important, I'm sure, when he spots another crisply outlined four-clawed gouge in a nearby telephone pole. DUN! Instantly on high alert, he wheels over to examine the thing closer before climbing out of his pickup with that trusty pearl-handled automatic of his tucked into the back waistband of his jeans to investigate further. Tippy-toeing through a brilliantly sunlit neighbor's yard, he spots yet another crisply outlined four-clawed gouge ripped through one of the sheets his never-seen neighbor-lady's hung out to dry, followed by yet another crisply outlined four-clawed gouge hacked out of Never-Seen Neighbor-Lady's adorable little gardening shed. Forest noises soon emanate from said adorable little gardening shed, so Dean draws his trusty pearl-handled automatic and tippy-toes closer, and closer, and closer and BAM! He flings open the adorable little gardening shed's adorable little door to find an adorable little Yorkie sitting on its adorable little haunches on the adorable tamped-down dirt floor inside, and just as I'm about to FWoW up from all the preciousness on display, The Only Other Man In Cicero calls out, "Dean! Is that a gun?" For yes, gentle reader, in a cleansing burst of synchronicity, Sid just happened to be jogging by at this very moment, and verily is he shocked and appalled to see his mysterious and evasive neighbor sporting so badass a piece in the middle of Central Indiana. And in broad daylight, no less! The scandal! The shame! The... "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Ah, couldn't have put it better myself, friend of friends. Wait a minute. He's unconscious. What the hell am I doing talking to him? "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" God, I hate this episode.