S.O.S.

Boberino, Kathy, please come get me. It's not that I don't love the dog park, the squirrels, barking at my own reflection in the windows or the television, but Suki is one grumpy dog. If I go near her sitting on the couch or even if she's on MY bed, she growls at me! Seriously?! Growling at me from my own bed? We had some good times there on Zancada when you freezed us out of the cabin while you had a dinner party, but now it's like we're strangers. Also, the quantity and quality of snacks in Toronto is rather appalling. Eph's gone for the weekend, so there's not even a corn chip to be found on the floor. This morning I had to settle for hoovering up some mueslix. Oats? Really?! The only solace I find is creeping right onto Anne-Marie's pillow and settling in there while she sleeps...