I took Rooster out for a walk this morning and look at him now...
He's been curled up on the couch for an hour.
Of course, this is nothing new or strange I guess.
Here he is stretched out on the middle console on our trek back to Atlanta.
Curled up in his crate.
Stretched out on the couch.
Happy and fat and sound asleep after supper.
He isn't picky. He'll curl up to whoever is around.
Could be me...
could be my good man...
could be Grandpa Bud.
Must be a hard life for him, huh?
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