In Dog Years...
Sorry, Master's been monopolizing the computer lately. He's been preparing to lead his lab's science discussion next week. He wore out our copy of PowerPoint. The software is tired, haggard, much like the Seahawks right about now. Under five minutes to go, they're down by eleven, the Steelers have the ball and... uh oh, first down Steelers. The clock is running down. It will be a long, quiet flight back to Seattle I'm afraid.
Master's birthday tomorrow. Don't ask, because you know, you're as young as you feel. Let's just say if he were a dog he'd be about six. What a shame to hear these two are breaking up. Whereas these two, they're just getting going!
Cower just got soaked. Guess it's over.