Dear Don (my Wolfy) ~

by Molly Hatchett

I do not know what to make of you, you are so unpredictable. For the most part you have been so sweet and helpful for the last two weeks. Then this morning you were a jerk; when I asked you to get up to help with out sick daughter, you swore at me and acted like I was being very demanding. Why are you home from work and here to help if you resent it? I wonder if part of it is that you just wanted a vacation from work. Right now you are in bed sleeping soundly, snoring, while me and Mo - the two sick ones - are awake and roaming the house because we can't get comfortable enough for a nap.