Well, you know how it is. Get up in the morning, rush breakfast, go for that long morning walk with your human Mum or Dad, depending on who is up first. Bark at the postman and every other body that comes past the garden gate. Play with your doggie toys. Dig up the flowerbeds. More barking at passers by. Man. Talk about stress. It never ends….
I mean, you just have to find the time to take a break and power-nap for an hour or so.
But I’ve figured it out. I know where to go to charge up the old ever-readies.
Human Dad’s pillow is just the best place for the afternoon flop.
Ssshhhh… and don’t tell Dad.
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