Oh look, a new mop!

Martha, after spending twelve days in that fat factory that is my vet's kennel, is now convinced that I am starving her to death. Today, in order to demonstrate her plight, she licked every square inch of my kitchen floor in search of crumbs. Upon completion, she looked up at me with doleful eyes making sure that I'd witnessed her humiliation.

"'Bout time you started earning your keep around here," I replied.