My neighbors who run the pet resort walk the dogs boarded there down my lane. The one group that they did bring all the way down to me and let me visit helped my mood a lot. The two that they turned around before they got to me made me feel unwanted and unloved.
I came into the house and opened the phone bill and discovered just the perfect thing to really help my wonderful mood. There's a bullshit charge for "Agora voice messaging" crammed onto my phone bill, something I've never even heard of, to say nothing of ordering, but for the privilege of not being charged, I can now anticipate pounding my head against voice mail systems and talking to customer service drones who will try to sell me more stuff I don't want, but with whom I'll have to fight to get rid of this.