I have always liked the British phrase “Get her sorted out”. We learned that from an Englishman that did a fine job of sorting lasses with his cane.
Bacall has been needing sorting all week. I have paddled her several times, but with all the things going on here, I have felt that I just did not have the time to do it right.
I dedicated Saturday morning to getting her sorted out properly. Leather paddle, riding crop, two wood paddles and of course my palm. She is happy and content now.
Of course, I did mention that I may wish a do over in the morning.