“I imagine you have better things to do…”

…at six o’clock in the morning than take care of my dogs.

Ghost and Little Bear are in complete disgrace. I overslept a bit, didn’t get vaguely vertical till almost five. Let the boys out, expecting them to do their chores and come right back in, which they usually do. Instead they disappeared.

Quarter to six the phone rings. D&L. Crap, the one time I thought I could trust them is on their crack’o’doom can break. Now I’m gonna have to start freezing my buns supervising them.

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You shouldn't ask these questions of a paranoid recluse, you know.
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