Sophie has arranged my comforter to her liking on the bed. It takes her a bit to be satisfied. There is a lot of circling and digging, as well as a deep sigh. Willis is frog-legged out, gnawing on a tennis ball. He's happier than a pig in shit. Earlier the three of us played fetch outside. Willis frequently slides off of the deck going after a ball. I think it's hysterical, so I try to make it happen as often as possible. Everybody wins. Willis has now stopped gnawing and has pushed the ball to me with his nose in the hopes that I will play. I might have, if he hadn't just barked at me impatiently. I don't like to be yelled at by my dogs. :) He's back to gnawing now.See? yelling will not get you what you want.
Aaaaaand, I'm spent.