—What’s the deal with She With Whom I Abide?
“It’s all your fault.”
“She was going up the stairs to get you a treat and her knee went out on her in a manner yet to be determined.”
—How’s that my fault?
“Your treat, your fault.”
—She wasn’t really going to get me a treat. Was she?
“Sure. She felt bad you had to stay outdoors so long yesterday.”
—That was indeed terrible.
“Yeah, well, her knee is paying for it.”
—But . . . but . . .
“Ah lighten up: I was just jivin’ ya: the knee thing started weeks ago when she slipped on a hill behind her parents’ house while we were looking for an Xmas tree.”
—Oh. That wasn’t very nice blaming me.
“I know. I apologize.”
—Apology will be accepted along with a biscuit, which will ease my emotional trauma.