Morning Shock.

The apocalypse storm passed through as I slept. I woke up aware that the hangover I'd built last night was coming to replace it. So i took Abbey out on another early morning walk. She is now slumped by the table.
"what? What happened there?"
Her head flicks up every now and again.
"I know you haven't finished that banana…."
I know, but you have to pass that therapy dog test. Apparently one of the teachers is somewhat strict on you doing whatever you like. Give me a minute, you can have a bit at the end..