Pretty please get better, Carrie. Pretty please feel better tomorrow morning. Wake up and shake and stretch and groan. Let your nails click on the floor out to your dish where you stand with your tail wagging for me to put food in it. Pretty please eat it all. And fast. Like you do when you’re feeling like your silly little black self. Make your way back to the bedroom after you lick your paws when you’re done eating and put your head down on the bed, and wait to be invited up. Wag your tail and make little huffing noises. Hop up when I move over, and then go ahead and squish your face into the comforter. Wiggle around and leave your tri-coloured (but mostly black) fur all over my bed. Pretty please perk your ears up when I move my feet and pretend that you’re going to bite them through the blankets. Speak and sneeze when I ask you when you want to go for a walk. Pretty please stop and smell as many lamp poles and fire hydrants as you want while we’re walking. Go ahead and growl at other dogs. Beg for some of my breakfast- I promise I’ll give you some. Pretty please sneak up on the couch. Lay just off of your blanket. Bark and be excited when Dane comes home. Ask to come with me when I grab my car keys. I will happily take you if you want. Put your head on my arms while I’m editing on the couch. Make it hard for me to do work so that I pay attention to you. Grab your squeaky sheep that sounds like a duck and throw it in the air to get my attention. I will throw it for you and you can fetch it three times and then ignore it. Pretty please lick my face when I lean down to kiss you goodnight. Wag your tail when I tell you how good you are. Because you are so good. Pretty please just get better and be my best little black dog again.