KATIE: Oh, no! What's wrong with Dusty? She's our favorite blogger.
JOE: This is true. Because she gives voice to the voiceless: the rotund pug.
SPIKE: She's been stuck in the Phoenix airport for three hours on her way to San Diego for BlogHer '11.
KATIE: Oh, that's awful! Why can't one of the bloggers hop in a car and drive to Phoenix to pick her up? The blogging community is very supportive and tight.
SPIKE: Use your head, Katie. The bloggers are networking and drinking highballs and then retiring to their hotel rooms early to apply replenishing facial masks and watch cable.
JOE: This is true. I'm afraid Dusty Earth Mother will have to suffer. Like us, the rotund pugs.
SPIKE: Joe, the only thing you suffer is flatulence.
KATIE: I hope Dusty isn't suffering from flatulence in the Phoenix airport. That would be sad.
SPIKE: I think everyone in the Phoenix airport is suffering from flatulence. Have you seen the dining options?
JOE: What are we talking about?
KATIE: Poor Dusty Earth Mother. She's trapped in a really hot state with weird politics. And gas.
SPIKE: Let's get Mommy to send her a picture to cheer her up.
KATIE: Good idea. Everyone–smile and say "flatulence!"
KATIE, SPIKE, AND JOE: Flatulence!
Many thanks to my pug pal @katbron for sending me this photograph of Katie, Joe and Spike to cheer me up while I'm delayed in the Phoenix airport. Mwah, Kathy.