Dr. Bugga

Here I sit, innocently scratching my eczema-riddled pinky finger, searching diligently for dinner ideas on the Food Network website. In comes Bugga. He stares at my compulsiveness for a moment, then snatches my scratching hand away with an authoritative, "No!" I chuckle, then absently return to scratching. He responds in kind. We go back and forth for a minute in a goofy little power struggle. Finally I ask him, "Why can't I scratch my finger?" "Because," he instructs, "you're gonna owie it."