You can read here & here about previous invasions from my grandpawrents dog Buster.
He is nice to visit, but I don’t want to live with him.
I was sitting at the computer helping my dad with the bills, just giving out financial advice.
When my Oskar-sense told me that something was terribly wrong.
Upon further inspection, I discovered the problem!
I guess I can live with it, but I don’t have to like it.