I am concerned by recent developments. This evening, I was reclining comfortably on the driveway when Lynettea told me she wanted to go outside in the street for her walkies. Sometimes I take her, but tonight it wasn't convenient.
She started tugging on her lead and every time I wanted to check to see if there were any more small lizards hiding near the wall in the clump of small plants she started pulling me away and saying, 'let's go outside Sasha. It will be nice outside.'
Who is the leader here, might I ask?
She used the flashie on one of these photos, which made my eyes shut. So I asked her to take another with my eyes open. I didn't do this abstract painting. I asked Lynettea whether it was one of Diamond's. She said she bought it long ago. Lynettea must be really old. I wonder if she is capable of looking after me properly. I worry about these things.