Damn, it's Bright Out
26/6/09 13:23Went and had my eyes dilated at the optometrist this morning (when you have glaucoma on your mother's side and macular degeneration on your father's side, annual vision checks are not a thing you economize on). As a result (and because the favorite dog park does not open until 2pm on Friday) I am waiting until my pupils return to something approaching their normal size.
Emily thinks this is patently unfair. She is whining fiercely and trying to speed-dial the ASPCA. Dog, even if I took you to the park (where you lost your damned ball yesterday, might I add) the gates would be locked and there would be no fun. In fifteen minutes I will take you. Until then, go whine at someone else.
Oh, wait. There is no one else here. Well, stop whining anyway,
Emily thinks this is patently unfair. She is whining fiercely and trying to speed-dial the ASPCA. Dog, even if I took you to the park (where you lost your damned ball yesterday, might I add) the gates would be locked and there would be no fun. In fifteen minutes I will take you. Until then, go whine at someone else.
Oh, wait. There is no one else here. Well, stop whining anyway,