My dog won’t come out from underneath the couch.
Is it really so interesting underneath there?
Are you still pouting about that bath last week?
Or is there some problem with the dulcet tones of my Eye Of The Tiger performance coming from the kitchen?
Whatever. Just trying to keep you entertained, bud.
Seriously, B.? Quit teasing.
It must be the heat. Things are a little warm in this neck of the woods.
So I’m going to make popsicles! For you and me, not for B..
But he’ll get some chilled kibble and hopefully there will be smiles all around.