Write his birthday on the calendar hanging on the wall.

Out of my lean and low ability I’ll lend you something: my having is not much; I’ll make division of my present with you: Hold, there’s half my coffer.

This proves your sinnership.

“There’s nothing wrong with your dog,” she said. “Then why was he wailing like that? I’ve never heard an animal make such a god-awful noise.” “It’s just something that shibas do,” Dr. Cho replied. “Get used to it. He was probably happy to see you. Had you been away for a while?”