Stop Using the Sweet Voice

Next to me is my faithful companion of the past seven years. She loves me no matter what I do or say. I can be the meanest of the mean; she sees this not. I can be loud and nasty; she does not take any of it personally. My manners can be excruciatingly horrible. She forgives me. One piece of bacon or a pat on her belly go a long way. When I use my super sweet voice, though she runs and hides. I always forget and do it every time I want her to go to the vet. When will I learn? Maybe never.