Valerie and I are in Toronto, enjoying a brief, post-recovery getaway, to be quickly followed by the joys of SFContario.
Not surprisingly, we had to leave Gej at home.
He’s probably sitting on the steps, moping, and doing his best to look pathetic.
Or that’s what he wants me to think.
But I know for a fact that he loves the house-sitter madly, and that she’s playing with him and giving him rubbies and telling him he’s a good boy (even when he’s not).
So stop with the guilt-inducing face, boy! It’s not working.
Well… Okay, maybe it’s working a little.