Damnéd Dog, part 3278

You may notice that my Rs become a little sketchy. This is because Emily, sleeping next to me in the Big Chair in the sunroom last night, was struck by one of those sudden dog paranoia fits and scrabbled to her feet, launching from the chair and running into the living room to bark fiercely at some unseen threat. Unfortunately, she scrabbled over my laptop keyboard and sent the R key sailing, and despite three of us looking last night, I have not found the damned key.

Again, Damnéd Dog.