Tequila in the window, on a rain-soaked summer's day, Wishing, like us all, that she could go out and play. Instead she has to wait around and count the hours away. Until the sun again appears - then alights its warming ray On a patch of floor ideal for one contented chin to lay. Jen goes for the leash and calls out loud: "Walk time, at last today!" Dog sighs, rolls over, closes eyes: "You think? No fxckin' way."
