Common denominators

It’s late evening and the lights are off in the lounge so that hound boy can sleep like an Olympic sleeping champion.

It’s just struck me that it’s very difficult to tell the difference between Louis snoring and Sue snoring. You have to be good at pinpointing which sofa the snoring is coming from.

Louis’ fixation with a local lady hound has subsided a little but he’s still whimpering. I think if he knew where we put the front door key at night he’d be out.

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