
Chapter Six
She chose the warm floor. She did not forget she could leave it.
The bitch had three things to do that day. That would have been manageable.
Unfortunately, there turned out to be twelve. And none of them were willing to wait.
The phone was ringing. The coffee was cooling.
Something important had been forgotten. The question was what.
The bitch woke up with a plan. By 9:15 the plan was dead.
A puppy needed attention. A neighbor needed help.
A delivery arrived. A deadline appeared.
Remarkably, things continued working. Not perfectly.