ITHAT MORNING I ROLLED over, bleary and tousle-headed to see my dog Wilma looking back at me.
"Good morning," the thought came to my head. "If you'd lay off those night-caps we can get your weight down and get a you laid more often."
The idea of this brought a smile to my face.
"Now that I have your attention, let's go for a walk before breakfast. You've got time before you have to go to your work." The thought had a some sense to it. "Of course it's sensible. Now get up, we have to get going. I'll wait until you put on your clothes."
At that my golden-haired red heeler, Wilma, stood and went to wait by the door to the room. "Come on, get up. Let's go." And just stared at me.
I looked at the clock, saw I had a half-hour before I usually got up to make my breakfast, and rolled over.
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