Peter has warned me numerous times not to do it, but I’m stubborn, even after 15 years I still think I know it all. I puked twice on the doormat and Peter said all was alright and that I didn’t need to do something or feel bad about it. So most of the time I slept somewhere close to his seat or under his bed. Peter saves a ton on treats, I’m not in the mood for any of them, so that must be a sign I’m not feeling well.
Woof to you later!