Maybe she didn’t hear me. Mom. It’s almost 6:00. It’s time.
Seriously?! What does a puppy have to do to get fed around here.
I don’t care if you’re editing another book. It’s almost 6:00 and that’s… well I don’t know, but I want fed.
Fine. I’ll just lay here looking pathetic, wasting away to a TON because you won’t feed me.
( Don’t worry, I sighed, and hummed, a lot until she finally got up and fed me. It took FOREVER though. )
(OH! And Mom says for everyone to make sure to pay attention to this blog next week. She has some news to share with ya’ll. What Mom? What do you mean it doesn’t have to do with me? I don’t care about your books. Well maybe you don’t have to pay attention next week. Apparently it’s about her books, and not me. Whatever.)