Daddy yelled at me

...and I went away to Be Sad.*



*I may, perhaps, have failed to come when called, and perhaps instead chose to bark ferociously at a woman with a baby carriage 2 streets away, and perhaps I DID ignore Daddy just a bit. And perhaps Daddy DID have to run after me in his socks through spring mud. In front of the neighbors. And perhaps it was early on a weekend.