i-Dog, be Quiet!

After digging ourselves out from under the mountains of wrapping paper and healing from multiple poke wounds inflicted by those twisty metal things used to hold toys to the package, Christmas 2006 is in the history books. The hit toy this year? The i-Dog. My shuffle has been commandeered and attached to a small plastic dog for the foreseeable future. We're doomed to experience the same song blasted in stunning mono quality as a dog's head lights up in rhythm to Crazy for the six hundredth time. I think I am crazy, and that song is what did it. At least the i-Dog doesn't i-poop.