Scenes from the Pet House

The way my mornings go in winter.

Little Dog #1 AKA Jeffrey AKA Mr. J:  My toes are cold.  Can I sit on your lap while you eat breakfast?  I promise not to lick your toast.

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adorable, right?  But I am a cruel person and say “No!” and “Go lie down in the giant dog bed I bought you, you spoiled thing you!”  And I pet his fuzzy head.

Then Little-but-not-quite-as-little Dog #2 AKA  Ursula, AKA U AKA Ursabear says:  What about me?  I will sit on your lap and help you with your breakfast, see how useful I am?

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But my heart is made of flint.  I refuse!  I pet her little head and say, “No, now go eat your breakfast, you still have kibble left.”

Then comes Remy, AKA Cat #3, AKA Noodleshark, AKA psychokitten and he says:  SUCKERS, you ASKED!

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Jeez, this picture is nearly life-sized.  But hey, it just means you get the full force of his SMUG.
Scenes from the Pet House

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