It’s a good time for the hounds to give us lots of love. Well, anytime is a good time for them actually. It’s not like they are normally at all conditional with their loving...
But I kind of get the feeling that my male dog is muttering you poor fucking bastard under his breath. Not really sure if it’s his impending cooped-upness that’s he’s thinking of, or the wisdom he undoubtedly has about how I’m gonna bang heads with my teenage sons. Anyway, glad to have them to keep me amused. Sorry dogs, but there’s no autumn rabbits or piglets for you this year...
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