Kickass, the doorstop dog, has the heavy burden of dealing with the keeper who has a cold. In the annuls of journalism, there is a famous Esquire article by Gay Talese entitled “Frank Sinatra Has a Cold.” in which the world more or less stopped because of Frank’s cold. There are similar circumstances—at least in the keeper’s mind, regarding his cold, it being the most miserable and severe cold in the history of human colds. The degree of self-pity and indulgence is unbelievable and apparently unending. Phyllis indulges him, which is a mistake. Breakfast in bed may be appropriate for a Frank Sinatra cold, but it will only prolong the keeper’s complete self-pitying collapse from a simple thing like a damn cold. He needs to get a grip!