When I awakened this morning, Buddy Dogg was already at my desk and had pulled this desperate cry for help up on the computer. Man, I hate it when he does that.
Anyway, he waited patiently while I read, standing at near attention by my chair, and then, satisfied, lay down and started licking himself in inappropriate places. I, in turn, went into the kitchen and pulled a piece of last night’s pizza from the trash and ate it.
Point. Set. Match.
In other words, we’re good.
I am free to anthropromorphize my ass off.