Puppy

It's a familiar sound.
I annoy myself when my ears perk like an abased puppy when I hear it.
You know I adore it.
It never occurred to me this would happen.
Who does this?
I smile.
There is that noise again.
I'm frustrated when I eagerly look at the screen.
Slightly embarrassed at the realization there are ten numbers in this world, arranged in the order of perfection, that excite me.
You know I love it.
You know far too much.
I have grown to cherish stroking your ego.
Maybe Jon is right, Bad medicine might be just what I need.