No one likes Mondays, especially rainy, dark, damp, dreary, cold, miserable, pathetic excuse for a day, Mondays mornings in mid-September. Argus wandered down from his stately bed, mustered just enough energy to consider a few bites of breakfast, then headed straight for his favorite cozy day-bed. Because of the terrible dank deluge out the window, King Argus officially declared Pugsville closed for the day and all official functions are canceled until further notice.