Just sitting here waiting for my breakfast as dad keeps snapping photos of me like he's Helmut Newton.
"Ya that's the pose! Work with me baby! Make love to the camera!!"
There's nothing else. Just us, and the cameras, and those wonderful people out there in the dark.
All right, Mr. De Mille, I'm ready for my closeup. 🐶🤣🤪
The fireplace is roaring. My toys are all over the livingroom. And I'm napping, while everyone is glued to the idiot box watching one of those relocation real estate shows.
PS: I'm not moving. (Unless it's the south of France.)