It’s late. Way past my bedtime. I notice you people start to get slower around this time, too. Especially the female. Same time. Same place. Sleep.
Thanks for the spot on the big soft thing right next to you.
But I hate it when right before we go up the hill in the house for the last time before you lay down, you have to take me outside. It’s probably the only time I don’t like it outside. It’s cold people! Yeah, I gotta pee. Sometimes even poop. But you must not notice how I make you carry me out by just standing there. Because it works every time.
–Pippin
