I am bit disappointed on a counta I fink she might be able to rest wif the me... but she break news to me that she can not. Work is very tenous right now. You got it, you be fankful for it. And you pray it come again to the morrow on a counta good chance it will not.
O Ok-the-well... I will lay down on this cold floor and suffer the consequences of her commitment to and gratitude for her the work... consequences of which, she remind me... include the roof over my head, the foods in my bowl and the berry treats at my the back door.
Gosh... I love it when she work!