... to fans and subjects of HRH, that is. L took this picture and said I had to blog it. So here it is. He had gotten out of bed, and as always, HRH rolled over onto the warm spot. I had turned over and still half-asleep, automatically gave her a tum-tum rub. It's a Pavlovian thing --- you see a dog belly, you rub it, whether you're fully awake or half-asleep. I guess I'm a well-trained dog-owner. And L a well-trained blogger's husband.
We were debating whether to bathe HRH on Saturday because she's been scratching a bit. When was her last bath, I asked. L's answer: Check your blog. I just knew there was a purpose to this blog. :)
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A white coverlet? Oh, my dawg! What a mess the Fritz and Gus would make of that! It would be dingy gray with paw prints all over -- and dog treat crumbs scattered from top to bottom. Shall I send them to visit? M
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