There was a plan for today. A schedule. Or at least, there had been.
She glanced over to her girlfriend, grinning smugly at her, obviously pleased with her holofeed post. Little shit saw nothing wrong with flustering Rori and completely throwing her off. What an ass.
Finishing up the silly little bow tie collar Fuzzbutt had wanted, the pooch loved dressing up, she watched him strut across the room, obviously pleased. It was nice to see that he had adapted to life with two legs just fine, the little wheelchair rolling smoothly behind him.
"I had plans today, you know," she spoke, unable to keep even the tiniest of grins off of her face. She could never be truly mad at Andy, just vaguely annoyed. Well, except for Mario Kart. But that was a different story. "But I suppose," she continued, "they could be revised."