Well here she’s sitting down for her chocolaty drink. He’s making coffee as usual. I like to stroll up for touchy feely time. She scratches those nails of hers on my black head. It feels great. Venus comes too and barges in with her long white body. I try to rub my mouth on her lap but she doesn’t like that. We’re a bit slobbery and she doesn’t want saliva on her clothes again. Then Venus has a go too. She tries to push away each heavy Great Dane head while we each push it against her hands. She should have a cloth with her so she can just wipe our mouths. Then we can rest our heads on her lap for as long as we like. Aaah. Oh, she’s cross now. I dribbled a bit on the duvet cover she’s mending. She puts the small brush under the cold tap. Rub, rub. The dribble’s gone!