I was packing, with the dogs (Buddha, the black one, Matzah, the blonde one, and Hobbes, the ginger,) stared me down from my bed. Settled under my blankets, they gazed at me with sad disbelief as I folded and stuffed and sorted. Once I put the quilt in, though, the mood shifted. Buddha and Hobbes hopped right in and made themselves at home.
And I decided to take a packing break.
|i can has come too?|