Good drugs help, I'm telling you. She just managed to undo the collar outside and rub her head all over some dirt.
Also in the news: I'm stuck on a story that I thought was going to slide along like it was on greased tracks. Maybe I should head back to the last story I thought was cranking along like nobody's business and then stalled out. Hopping back and forth like the Yop*** from finger top to finger top.