Wait. This isn’t about dog DNA?

Well, I guess it sort of is...

I had the same kind of experience when I sold beer at the ballpark working my way through grad school. But the real difference I noticed was when I began working online...the difference between the online me and the, you know, “real” me. Real me was lovable and cuddly and never had a problem with people. Online me was always getting into and, apparently causing trouble. I’ve never NEVER figured that one out.