Pursued by Jasper

I suddenly got a hankering for Mexican food, so I jumped in my car and drove away down the alley, towards Jim Boys restaurant. In the back yard, Mr. Separation Anxiety (aka, Jasper the Dog) was completely unprepared for my abrupt decision. I had locked the gate to the back yard, but I didn't set the additional little animal fence properly, so Jasper was able to squeeze through the little gap between the fence and the gate and quickly chase me down the alley. 

As I approached 24th Street I thought I heard barking - familiar barking - so I stopped. It was Jasper! He plopped himself in front of the car, placed his two front feet on the car's front bumper and tried peering with big baleful eyes past the headlights and through the windshield in order to make eye contact with me. What could I possibly be thinking? Was I going somewhere without him? 

I opened my car's door to encourage Jasper to jump inside, but he refused. He turned around and using a kind of canine semaphore of the sort Lassie used to employ on television, led me back home, to safety, and to where he thought I properly belonged. 

I had to make sure to lock Jasper inside the house in order to finally make the savory trip to Jim Boys. I gave him a bit of enchilada too, since he protects me from Taco Tuesday, and squirrels, and belligerent cats, and any number of other dangers too.

Returned the CPAP Machine

I just couldn't get a handle on it. The active sleep-assist device kept me up at night until I cast aside the mask in desperation for sleep. I finally threw my hands up and chucked it back at the Sleep People.  Maybe someone else can benefit.  Not me.