Today I decided to do something nice for Stewey, so at 1 o'clock we're going to go have a little spa day.
Well, not a spa day, really. More like an appointment at the v-e-t to get his toenails trimmed.
But we're going to pretend like it's a spa day so that Mommie Dearest here can feel better about the last month and a half of sheer neglect he's had to endure, and Little Lord Fauntleroy can stop clickety clacking all over the hardwoods.
Do you suppose if I slap a little Enya on his iPod during the drive over there he'll fall for it?