I really enjoy Saturday mornings, my relaxing, communal time with Clovis, my reward at the end of a work week. This morning while I was reading the paper and he eating his breakfast, I noticed something amiss - his carrot stuck in his teeth! Apparently we are due for another tooth trim. Poor guy! What would he have done if I wasn't there to dislodge it?
After breakfast he hunkered down for some petting. He is incredibly soft. When I stopped, he just lay there with his little eyes closed, completely content. I was content too.