When hark! Both are interrupted in their cleaning by the squawk of a Tiny Terrorist, Mr. Owen:
Oh no! It sounds like the beginning of evening fussy time!
Drat and bother!
Settling down for the long haul:
Monday, November 5, 2012
The Enemy of My Enemy Is My Friend
Plum and Dorothy have found themselves united lately against a certain chubby interloper new to our house. They will often play a rousing game of chase from first floor to attic and back--a game initiated by Plum, and not just ended by a paw swat by Plum--and the other day I caught them commiserating on the couch. Here they are, Plum cleaning a haunch and Dorothy a paw:
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I've come by to look at these pictures about 10 times in the last 2 days. So awesome. I love how Plum is snuggling yet also pretending not to snuggle. "There's a dogge here? Now how did that happen?"
Yes, these days Plum has to take his comfort where he can get it! And sometimes his only choice is the bulldogge.
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