The only stupid questions are those that aren't asked.

I learn a lot from Mike, especially when we go on our walks. He's usually pretty good about answering my questions. But sometimes if he has a lot on his mind, he tells me that I ask too many and could I please stick a sock in it. This morning's Baby Blues comic strip sort of reminded me of that situation:

By the way, I don't have to ask M that particular question, since I already know what "E.D." means. It stands for "Educating Dogs"--and unless you dislike them, it's not something you "suffer from." It's something you "Enjoy Doing."