Pete hates the new floors. They're smooth, which means no traction. When he tries to sit, his legs slide out from under him until he's splayed in all four directions.
And there's no rug. He spent most of the day pacing around the house looking for something soft to lie down on. Finally Man-boy got a towel out and threw it on the floor in front of the woodstove, every dog's favorite spot. It took Pete all of half a nanosecond to do three circles and curl up.
And another half to get dopey.
He's snoring already.
Be thankful ~
Karen
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