It was a quite ordinary afternoon. Bailey and I had been released from Ward 8 and allowed to stroll the grounds for awhile in order to throw off the patina of despair that the premature arrival of short days had cast upon us. We were suffering from an acute case of the Vapors!
Free of our attendants, I decided to do the only decent thing: engage Warp Drive and attempt to rip Bailey's ears off.
There is a certain ennui that accumulates after all those group therapy sessions.
I had not been feeling quite myself since Dr. Mom strapped me to the grooming bench and plugged in "old sparky," flooding my frontal lobes with all that electricity...
Time for some exercise! Bailey must die!
Now, that was refreshing! She's over nine years old; maybe she'll get tired...
No...Bailey NEVER gets tired! Damn! That creature has more energy than an exploding supernova!