I am abandonned yesterday for three hours with nothing but water, a bully stick and Everlasting Fun Ball, which gets jammed under a chair within minutes. By the time she gets back and I get some service, the treats are slightly dried out and I’m in line for TJ from digging fatigue.
Every day I have sightings of Rock Cat, who lives dangerously. These advances help me ever refine my triangulation. I dream at night of the impending excellent fauna crunch simultaneous to her flipping her coffee from my power lunge. I love being me.