"What do you want?" I asked the hound as if I didn't know.
I went to the refrigerator, got out the can of whipped cream, and pfffted a jaunty little dollop in his dog dish. The one-time gubernatorial candidate of Virginia was a little depressed over his loss. Despite the fact that I had done my best to cheer him up the previous day by taking him for a long, leisurely walk in the fall leaves, Ray was being a bit mopey. I figured, whipped cream makes everything better.
Ray slurped up his treat, meandered over to his chair, climbed laboriously up into it as if he were 100 years old in human years and curled into a tight little miserable ball.
Obviously, my dog doesn't take rejection well.
|sigh. Who cares about fall leaves. |
I thought we were going to live in a mansion.
|If I were governor, I'd make giant scary birds illegal.|
|Why, oh why, doesn't anyone like me!?|