EXPECTING

And pirate the dog, recalling one walk on Thursday (you always get one walk a day), having enjoyed an amazing total of two walks on Friday (because the weather was so nice and you seemed to have forgotten that you’d already had one walk), followed by an unprecedented three walks on Saturday (nobody knows for sure how you got three walks on Saturday), is still puzzling over the unmet expectations of Sunday. When asked about the situation he would only say, ”I cannot understand why they rejected the four-walk proposal. It was almost as if they didn’t think dogs count.”