What's that noise? Push back from desk, walk into living room to pick up scattered bits of pine cone, pick up puppy, pull out vacuum.
Annie? Annie? Walk around house because it really is way too quiet, scouting for dog and whatever evidence of torn up something she has left behind.
Be a good girl, Annie, good girl...It's, what, 2:30 AM, freezing cold, and that bed was oh-so warm...
Murphy's day.
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