Today?... Today I need a hug.

I would like to be spouting acerbic opinions on the waxed jacket she insists on wearing on EVERY walk (this is Hammersmith not the murky muddy wilds of the Yorkshire moors) but I shant. My teeth hurt. And I need a hug. I do not like this pain. I cannot eat my dry food. She has tried other options but there is only so much scrambled egg and cottage cheese one puppy can deal with in a day. I tipped the last bowl over her foot to express this point. She understood and gave me a hug. For this I will forgive her the waxed jacket...