Duke

Meet Duke, my grand-dog.  I'm babysitting for a few days and he's quite the hoot.  He moans.  It's the funniest thing unless it's in the middle of the night.  My dogs were really restless last nite, and so was Duke, so we didn't get much rest.  They're laying new carpet out in the lobby and hallways, so it STINKS and that's what was keeping me awake, more than the dogs.  It's a toxic smell, and I kept thinking our brain cells were being killed off - which isn't a very restful thought. 

Every once in awhile, Duke would let out a big sigh and then moan.  I'd laugh out loud each time cause it sounds so... manly.  And of course, any attention I'd give Duke, my two would get very jealous and possessive.  Watching the three of them is fascinating.  Duke came with his own bed, and a paper sack of toys, bones, and tennis balls.  Jeffrey and Muttin were dominant over Duke... until I looked into the bag, which made my dogs poke their noses in the bag, which made Duke growl.  It was HIS stuff, thankyouverymuch.

Having my son, and Duke home for a few days is my Thursday Love.

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