Constipation

After dreaming about former Senator Mike Gravel (see above), I woke up constipated this morning. I hate it, but I have a procedure for this. I strolled over to my monkey-person's bed and cried in his ear for half an hour. Then, as dawn began to break, he stirred. Then I placed a heavy paw on his arm. Then I barked at him. There might have also been some yelping, too. Finally he took me outside, where I promptly ate several mouthfuls of grasses in order to restart my peristaltic motions. Then, after that objective had been achieved, it was off to find just the right spot. Then I achieved my ultimate goal! Hallie