She refused to even touch her dinner tonight. She’s moping around the house. She won’t come into the office and lie down next to me.

All because I can’t take her for a walk.

Is it my fault that my husband had to travel out of town for two days? No, Juliette. It’s HIS fault. HIS. So save the pouting stuff for when he returns and stop looking at me with those mournful eyes. Pleeeaaaase.