You want a fish biscuit?

I hate to sound like a pessimistic Polly here, but I was underwhelmed by last night's Lost premiere. We still don't know what the Others are up to, there weren't any big reveals, it wasn't particularly emotional...I mean, I did like the "the bears figured it out in two days" and "how many of them were there?" exchange, but overall, I'm getting a little bored with it. I feel like such a traitor for even thinking such a thing! Maybe I was just in a foul mood last night because the Wubby was so mad at us. His tooth extraction went fine, and he seems to be recovering ok, but, man alive, was he hungry when he got home! He raced over to his food dish and paced around until I put it out for him. And he's acted quite put out ever since. We have to keep giving him these liquid painkillers, and he does not like that at all. He'll flail around and try to wrench his head backwards rather than take this stuff. It must taste like death or something. Me, I'm all for painkillers, I don't care if they taste of burnt chalk. But I guess his walnut-sized brain isn't making the connection between getting the liquid and feeling better. I just hope he's in a better mood tonight because I'm starting to take it personally when he sees me coming and runs away. That's no good for my self-esteem.