Hi. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your disgruntled doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
My ghostwriter has been working too much lately. I always know when she's going to work because she wears the white pants. When I see the white pants, I give her the cold shoulder because I know she's going to be gone for a long time. Yesterday she left at 1:30pm to go to a meeting at work, and then worked a 12-hour shift. She didn't come home until almost 4am! She didn't do the regular routine of playing with me, having a snack and a glass of wine, after which she lets me out for the last business of the day. Nope. This time she came home, hardly said hello to me, and went right to bed.
I think she should retire.