"This is Claudia Jones. We're hoping you can manipulate more of your friends into adopting pets from us."
I'm really curious about why this staffer at the animal shelter is calling Mary at home. In fact, how did she even get her phone number?
I'm struggling to understand why Saul isn't grumpy anymore. The only thing different is that instead of a bowtie-wearing chihuahua, he owns a bowtie-wearing dachshund. So unless Tommy is dealing again to the lonely residents of Charterstone, I can't figure it out.
It's no coincidence that I, too, have been going through a dark time since I first met Bella, and I thought Greta was going to save me by bringing this story to an unsatisfying but abrupt conclusion. But, no, Moy has found a way to drag this out forever. I feel like I've joined Bella in doggy hell.
I'm sorry for such erratic posting lately. I've been hiding in my shell. It's just that this story, after ten years of commenting on Mary Worth, has defeated me. I can't even pretend to like it. It is so dull that even I don't care. I'd rather shop for tires than post about this story, but I'm afraid I'd come home with a dog. I do see that the victory lap has started, and so there is hope.
"That's why I'm taking you back to your old owner - because when you shut out the bad you shut out the good. Mary taught me that. If you stop watching bad movies, you can't watch good movies. If you break up with a bad boyfriend, you can't have a good boyfriend, and if you stop reading Mary Worth, you can't read Doonesbury, or Calvin and Hobbes."