I look forward all day to my bedtime wrestling game with Thomas. First he chases me, then he throws my rawhide and I run after it for awhile, and then we growl at each other for a bit. As an evening ritual, it's second only to my nighttime pee in terms of importance.
I'm going to be bereft when he leaves.
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