We great danes, Stellar and Venus, like being snuggly. When the garden is black, we have our own crates with blankets and towelly thingys for sleep. When it’s shiny, we have our own soft round beds to see the garden. If it’s pant, pant, pant, we lie on the stone
There’s only ONE rug.
I’m top dog. I want the rug so I step on it. Venus doesn’t go.
I’m top dog. Now I try licking her.
Venus is still here. I’m top dog. I’ll try playing.
Venus goes to the garden door.
Venus wanders off again.