Ahhh, yes... The Dog's Evening Volutions before the Anointed Hour of Bread Time. It's sounds effects are akin to... SLURP! SLURPH!! SLURPHS!!! Very messy. He's cleaning himself. I suppose this is like when you mother told you to wash your hands before coming to the dinner table. In The Dog's case, however, he cleans what is his Second Most Important Membrane after his mouth... his pee-pee. Hard to lick one's mouth when it's salivating over thoughts of an imminent piece of b-r-e-a-d!!! He could care less about the state of his paws. No sense in arriving untidy either. The Dog is a very respectful canine.
Ohhh... them ol' bones are giving The Dog some trouble. Arthritis in his right elbow. The Short-person says it's because The Dog is 10 kilos overweight. He is on his way to positioning himself to receive his Mighty Reward.
Mr. Sleepy Head is checking that it's really me before assuming The Weimaraner Stance.
OK.... TOTALLY ALERT and AWAITING HIS RIGHTFUL DUE... damn-it. It's Bread Time for The Moses-Dog. Please note.... The Dog is smack dab on the way to the Kitchen down that hallway. He ain't goin' ta miss a piece of bread!!!
Gads.
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