The Furless Philistine

Tonight, as I was getting ready for bed, I found Fips cuddled at my pillow cuddling the half chewed carcass of a field mouse. What more could a doxie want except to be in his bed with his treasure? I'm indulgent but there are limits. Ever mindful of that first possession stand-off we had years ago, I'm always ultra diplomatic as to how I approach Fips when he has one of his treasures. We had a long negotiating session, and eventually I convinced him to lie on a pillow on a chair that I had dragged to the the foot of the bed. He gave me this look which expressed his amazement and disapproval at my inability to appreciate the finer delights of life.

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