What's that fresh smell? Sniff, sniff, snort, snort. Smells like Jasmine, no, wait, maybe it is...could it be...laundry day? That means fresh linens on the bed for me to roll around on. Love it!
Now she smacks her hand down on the bed, to get me to leave. Why doesn't she learn, I'm here now, I'm not going anywhere. So, I always have to smack the bed with my paw. This is a real tug of war. I'm too stubborn to let her win, but sometimes I give in.
Reminds me of that Blondie song, "Call Me," "Roll me in designer sheets,I never get enough." In fact, don't call me, just let me roll around in the sheets. Heaven for dogs must be like this.
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