Goose, the dog. Thank goodness for commas.

Goose, the dog, is my daughter's new baby. She has scientific studies to support her affection being equal to that of a mother for a child. This means that "grandma" has to go and let Goose out and take him for a pee and give him hugs and kisses.

I am "grandma". She has insisted on giving me a month's metropass but since the middle of every day is taken up with going downtown to let Goose out I really haven't used it for much else. I must admit he is cute. Some sort of Australian miniature Sheppard. Smart as a whip.

Poor cat. I haven't seen her once all week.