My girl

The entire time I was in San Francisco, I was worried about my girl.  I left her with some trustworthy friends, but I still had some bad feelings.  I kept thinking, what if her warts get worse?  What if she doesn't eat?  What if she catches some illness?  What if she runs away?  And I knew she was going to be thinking, "What the hell!?  Why am I here?  Where's Michelle?"  I saw the confusion on her face when I left.  "Where are you going?"

My worries resulted in nothing but dreams about Bowie the whole vacation.  I had a dream she caught fleas and I didn't know it so then I caught them too.  I had a dream she got rabies.  I had a dream she ran away and couldn't be found.  It was awful.  As a result, I didn't get a whole lot of sleep in San Francisco. 

Needless to say, I was anxious to get home, pick up my girl and cuddle with her all night. 

And that's exactly what we did.