Yes, now he's sick. Not surprising, not unexpected. Poor baby!
Last night we head up to the loft early so Pup can watch a bit of TV and I can surf for decorator-porn.
He's the master-whiner in our house.
"Dollink . . ."
"Dollink . . . you better rub my butt."
"Just rub it."
"You're kidding right"?
"Well, you better rub something."