He's writing his book "How To Be a Turd" as we speak.

[cimorene]

So Russel Crowe has started frequently beating Perry up and stealing his bed. Like this was the third time today:

I went to step over the dog and looked down and said, "Perry, when did you get so small and feline?" Wax craned over to see and commented, "Russel Crowe, you're such a turd."

I naturally wondered where the dog was if the cat was in the dog bed, and located him in the middle of the room, directly behind Wax on the bare floor. "Wax, look."

She leaned over the back of the sofa to get a closer look and informed me, "He's sleeping on the tea cosy."

Comments

[brownbetty]

Oh, poor tea-cosy-sleepy-on-Perry!

I know exactly this species of dog patheticness. I wish to kiss Perry right between his gray eyebrows.

[cimorene]

Oh, I'd better shampoo him first then. He's become much more intensely odiferous with age, but he hates baths so much that I always feel guilty when I wash him.

[brownbetty]

I'm almost immune to dog smell, really. I'm like Vetinari with Wuffles: “What smell?”

[cimorene]

Oh ok! Then feel free.