The therapy dog

Hi all woofers and humans:
You should have heard Chris shouting and cussing and raging the other
day!
She was in the kitchen, trying the freezer drawer with all that yummy
Hapoo stuff in it - like duck feet, Hapoo fish and chicken meat! But
that thing wouldn't open! She pulled and pulled until she almost broke
the small plastic handele. So she slammed the freezer door shut, slammed
the kitchen door shut and collapsed on the couch after some shouting and
yelling and hollering that I hadn't heard before. I think she was pretty
frustrated about something. It's autumn, maybe she is sick of that!
So anyway: immediately after she lay still on the couch, I came up to
her, all wagging and nose under arm and making my tiny squeeky noises.
My good old girl even managed to smile and tell me it was allright. And
then I was treated for a specialty - a hop up on the couch beside Chris.
Of course not near the face at all. And I was a good girl and jumped
down upon first command. But I think she liked that cuddle and I managed
to make her laugh. And at noon I got duck fish. And to make matters
better, tonight I got half Hapoo fish and half Hapoo kibble.
And besides, who is that flirting with Chris here? I thought only Shadow
can do that? Talking about Shadow - I want Shadow! Dear Shadow! In case
you are reading this, Chris wants you to know that she is even
attempting to teach me to touch her hand without licking it. But I
needn't tell you that this is a really really really tough thing to
learn!
Cheers, Hapoo.