I have allowed both dogs onto my pristine bedroom rugs.
The hound loudly works at a bamboo forked bone.
The wolf regally rests her head against her own paws.
And the queen yowls, discontent after being put away for the night.
All is well as I wonder: can I finished my SOAP notes before her insistance bugs me?
Meanwhile, the song playing to “Betsy Drake: The Uncommon Star” lilts on repeat.
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