I was pissed. I'll be honest. I huffed, I fluffed every inch of the comforters I could reach for 20 minutes straight, I jangled my tags like a holiday song, I scratched and licked for distance. And yet, I was not satisfied.
I needed to be heard.
I needed to be snuggled.
I needed revenge.
Vintage lucite shoes did the trick. Ohohooo, but only one. Yes, only one shoe.
If I am needed, I will be hiding in my kennel.