A Bad Day
Pet was having a bad day, so I had to fix it for her!
I had just come home from work on a Friday afternoon, looking forward to being with my girl and a nice weekend of peace and quiet. I pulled up and parked the car and walked in the front door. What I saw in front of me changed the whole dynamic of the evening. Before me knelt a disheveled and frazzled young woman, not my graceful, shining, happy-to-see-me pet. "Welcome home, Master," she said, flatly. Not exactly the sort...