Dear Goddamned Beagle,
I understand how exhausted you must be. Jumping up on to a desk and stealing someone’s lunch in under 5 seconds really takes it out of a person.
The thing is, I’m recovering from 8 days of broken Internet and lost/ incorrectly spammed emails dating back to June. I’m way under water and trying to bail.
Which is made more difficult with you asleep across my lap, chin on desk snoring like a sailor.
Even more difficult is trying to concrete while I watch your sleeping head slide off the desk.
Rest well, beagle.