She speaks for me

 Fame is my voice, crying out in the bathroom when I ask her for help, although last week she apparently didn’t like the way a transfer was shaping up and Tok it on herself to bark.

Today, on our first trip in public in more than a year, she also spoke for me. Sadly, the intended recipient didn’t hear.

We went to my niece’s graduation, and when my niece’s name was  announced, I had her speak.

I can’t really clap or cheer, so I was pretty tickled, even if we were too far away to be heard.