I'm having trouble sleeping these days.  I find that I have to keep one eye open.  Each visitor to our clinic gets my normal outspoken greeting, but I've slipped more than once to bark out to Dancing Debbie or Sweet and Sassy Sally as their walking by.  I don't know what these humans have planned.  Vocal Vonnie smiles at me and I can't help but wonder if she's scoping my soft silky coat, coveting my anal sac essence or plotting some other as yet unrevealed poaching of my valuables. 
Bea's not worried, and Bea worries about everything.  Of course, she doesn't have all the goods that I do, so maybe if I were her, I wouldn't be worried either.
I decided by the end of the day that I would make a statement.  When the roaring floor machine came by I turned the Ronnie anger on, and chased that mechanical beast away.


I hope the humans get the message and find another target for their plans.