Best Friends

It would probably work out better for all of us if you had that intimate conversation elsewhere, ma'am. The content is embarrassing enough, but the fact that you are talking to your lhasa apso makes it into that slick and queasy middle ground between achingly pathetic and insane. My sensibilities are assaulted by the waft of what is surely loneliness beyond anything anyone should be exposed to and/or something that is hopefully only bordering on bestiality. One never really needs a reminder that getting old is horrifying. It kind of ruins the day.