
Chapter Eleven
She is told to lower her standards. She declines, loudly, from the base of the correct tree.
The bitch had options. That was not the problem.
The problem was that most were lousy.
Every bitch has barked up the wrong tree. Usually more than once.
The tree looked promising. The tree seemed interesting.
The tree was attractive.
Then a squirrel in the tree started dropping nuts on her head.
Then she noticed worms crawling out of the bark.
Disappointment followed. Next tree.