âHey Fido, why the long face?â
Fido lay sprawled at my feet under my desk in the office.
âWhat in the world are you talking about?â I said.
âEvery time I fall in love, Iâm in it, then Iâm out of it.â
âDog breath, maybe?â
âWell, yeah, I guess I can tell that. Let me riff through these press releases first, then weâll have a chat.â
âI donât want to chat.â
âSomethingâs got you way down in the hole, Fido. Lemme finish these up.â