Albert Schnauzer

Should i worry for her if She holds a knife but with crimson intent? if She spreads velvet of thick consistency unto her loaf of bread, but pauses with a shaking hand tightening gripe around the butter “harmless” silver? Goodmorning. i saw her words fall like deadweight then hit the ground denting even marble. i didn’t flinch one bit i’ve seen this before. Her eyes blink but they do not see Her chest heaves but not for air; for troubles. Standing on my hind legs i tried to converse But all i let out was a muffled whine She gives me a reassuring look then pats my head Everything is going to be alright. Should i worry if She leans too far out the window? Or whenever She sits on the ledge? Should i worry if the last time when her smile was empty She took thirty white cylinders before going to bed? The last time this happened She slept for three days and never awoke to feed me. I damn near starved to Death! S.M. Alexis