Someone asked recently where Leo aka "The Prince of Darkness" has been lately. He has been here, muddying up the floors, sneaking bits of our breakfast off the kitchen counter, terrifying our mailman and taking long, long cozied up by the heating vents winter snoozes.
One soft footstep into the kitchen though, and he is up and ready. Surely entrance to this room (I have to keep it blocked off, because of him...and Avery- what a dynamic and horrific duo....) means a puppy treat- a "tummy yummy" as Clifford the Big Red Dog would say- must be involved?
He is ready for his close-up.
And whatever treat I may procure. Or may be had off the counter.