Mauled by the dog again.
Zo enters the room and eyes her friend Bear who's laying in a puddle of drool. His ragged appearance is even more so than usual. His fur is matted and soaked with drool and he lies in a puddle of it with his stuffing poking out of the back of his head.
Zo: "Bad day?"
Bear recalls the thorough thrashing moments ago at the hands of Lady's dog.
Bear: "You have NO idea."