March 2, 2007
Busy with work, errands, phone calls, Iíve hardly seen her all day. She must have been annoyed by this; she walks right up to the couch I have finally collapsed on and puts her head in my lap, looking up at me as if to say, ďWhere have you been all day? Youíre too busy for me, but not too busy for everything else!Ē Itís hard to resist those soulful brown eyes, and impossible not to read the reproach in them. I am the most important thing in the world to her. Manís best friend is also womanís, after all.