"Rub my belleh!"
Resistance is futile. Of course I had to rub the belleh! What have I got—a heart of fucking stone?!
[Bonus Dudz below…]
It's so cold and rainy here today. I could not coax Dudz out of his bed for his midday potty, and getting him outside was like pulling teeth. (He's lazy enough on a sunny day, no less when it's pissing down outside!) We both got all rained on when we went out, and when we came in, I dried him off and he crawled up in his little bed. He still looked all shivery, so I covered him with a blanket.
"Thank you, Two-Legs!"
He's now tucked his head under the blanket and is fast asleep.
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