Claire’s done. This week she had to endure people painting the room in which she’s usually housed, which means for a while she was in the middle of the dining room THE HORROR and for a while she got her exercise only on her leash as there was plastering work going on down the hall too, and then the tiny human, who had been gone while all this was happening, came home and wanted to HOLD CLAIRE and FEED CLAIRE and PET CLAIRE and HER GO ON THE GROUND? and all kinds of undignified nonsense.
She thinks she will sleep through the rest of this winter.
A.
Her not want go on ground. Her want in bed.
(possible here I am quoting myownself from last night)