Tuesday, October 11, 2016


"Bobo?" 
"What?" 
We are in bed. Me in mine, he on his. 
"It's cold." 
"MmmmHmmm," he grunts. 
"You're supposed to come up here and keep me warm." 
Bobo does not like sleeping next to me. He gets too warm and I scratch him too much. 
"Who says?" 
"The Boy and His Dog Handbook." 
"I've never read it." 
"I have. It's your duty as a dog to keep me warm." 
"MmmmHmmm." 
"Page Two."
"MmmmHmmm."

"You're mean."

"Nope."

"Kind of."


"Nope."


"Night."

"Night."


 

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