Zelda lying half on my lap, as usual, snoozing contentedly while I scratch her chin. If I stop touching her for even a moment, her eyes come open and she gives me an aggrieved and desperate look, until I resume affection. Which of course I do, because how can I resist that face? And why would I want to?
Dudley lying beside his crate in a typically silly position, because he spilled the water that was inside his crate while playing with his rope toy inside the crate. Like ya do. Even though there is a whole house in which to play where you will not be knocking over water.
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