Yes, it's Tuesday. And so is the dog (file photo at right).
Typist: Good morning, girl.
Typist: So, what about yesterday evening? What was up with that?
Tuesday: Bunnies. They taunt me. They sneak out of the yard.
Typist: Still, there was no need to dig a foot-deep hole along the fence line.
Tuesday: Define "need."
Typist: Well, you don't have any right to complain when we're cleaning mud clods out of the fur between your paw pads. You put them there. Your fault.
Tuesday: I was going to lick them out later.
Typist: Yeah, on our carpet!
Tuesday: I don't know why you make such a big deal out of carpet.
Typist: Actually, I don't either. It's pretty old.... But hey! We are having a house guest tomorrow, and things have to look presentable.
Tuesday: (sigh) Don't even ask me to stop shedding. It's my life's purpose.
Typist: Okay, here's the plan: there's still a hole under the fence line, and I don't want you making it any bigger. It's not safe to risk having you and Angus running around the neighborhood. You're both staying inside today.
Tuesday: Do I get the couch?
Typist: You have to share the couch.
Tuesday: (sigh) Okay.