Problem

So, I came in all happy and positive, did my laundry yesterday, thinking how I was like my dad like a fairy girl in a garden.  Then, my dad just sorta turned off.  Maybe his age?  See, we have to fix it.  He's already a certain kind of person and a certain age.  He just always has a problem.  Hm, the door just opened and I heard a chain from the dog.  Oh, I was thinking how sweet the Louisianian|Mississippi dog was from the New Orleans portion of the U.S.  I kept like rubbing him with my foot.