Already, the tiny feral Mary has chased him from the room , upon some mystery whim or built up irritation, only to find him ready to rumble and play.
She's removed herself behind curtain number one; he's been chastised- and is awaiting, hopeful, further possible drama.
I tell them 'it's SIX! Saturday ! Does that mean anything to you all four footeds??'.
But you know and I know it doesn't - so I snuggle down into delicious buttery yellow ,not yet doggified , clean sheets, hoping to sneak a few more Z's. Let's see...
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