Our dogs sleep locked up in the laundry room at night. Mostly. Sometimes, there is waking.
And then the smaller badly behaved dog speaks.
The Terrier.
Only the Terrier.
Sigh.
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Yaaaaawwwwn.
Comfy here in this bed.
Stretttcchhhhhhh.
What? What do you mean . . . Why am I in this bed?
What do …Moot ears of superiority
