Last night I had five dogs trying for a spot on my lap.

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

All at the same time.

I went to a client-turned-friend's home to help 'em eat a couple pizzas. They happen to have five fur pets- actually, make that six- they also have a cat! Naturally, they all know and remember a stone sucker for sharing little bits of his food with puppies, and they take appropriate action on my poor ass all at the same time.

Bless their furry little hearts.

Me and Cheyenne have something special. We've been buddies for years, and as far as she's concerned any time I'm there I'm under her command. Said command being "Fetch!". She lives for fetch. It's the whole of her earthly meaning. And since she took stock of me long ago, it's fair to say she has my number as soon as I knock on the door. Give her a big space with only me and a tennis ball in it, and she's a happy little woman. She knows we're gonna fetch for at least an hour, and pity the fool that gets in our path.

Bless her heart, and bless the hearts of the other fur beasts that live- I mean that are ruled by her.

Gimme the ball, girl! Gimme the.... gimme.... dammit, girl, when ya gonna give ME a chance???

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[mykpart]

1. *Sigh* I remember when I used to have a lap.

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