For reasons which will be left to the reader as an exercise, I have six dogs, all bichon frises, who are always thrilled to see me whenever I come home and constantly challenge me to come up with new ways to feed and reward them.

In order of arrival, Polly (Underdog's girlfriend was a little white dog of indeterminate species called Sweet Polly Purebred), Casper (the friendly ghost), Avalanche and Blizzard (litter mates) followed by Glacier and Snowflake (also litter mates). Their passion in life is to be snuggled up next to or on top of me.

One winter day I had been doing some arduous snow shoveling. When I returned to the nice warm kitchen and attempted to placate my stresses with a cup of hot chocolate, Morpheus took me in his arms and I fell asleep on the couch in a matter of minutes. The dogs thought this was wonderful and they all jumped up on top of me and went to sleep (of course they took pains not to wake me). My son Jacob thought this was a wonderful sight and captures a photo of the scene. When I awakened he said "Dad, I guess that makes you the real under dog". Since I was already in the process of writing the book on innovation it was a simple leap for a warped mind to settle on Innovation for Under Dogs.

Alas, my otherwise wonderful publisher insisted that I shorten it to Innovation for Underdogs.

Unfortunately the photo somehow has been lost. All that remains is this single picture of Avalanche precariously perched on top of my head diligently licking my scalp.
(All resemblances to a British judge wearing a powdered wig are purely coincidental).