The Dog Knows I'm on a Deadline

which explains the way he looks at me, as if I had forgotten about him completely. As if I didn't remember my promise that we would walk up to Soho this afternoon (as soon as it reached the projected high of forty degrees, I had said) for a cupcake and some stationary supplies at Kates. As if I didn't know that it was already three o'clock. Well, ok, I thought it was like eleven fifteen. But still.