We then spent some time in my room, so I could read email and work on this site . . . HEATHER protects HER beds from Sprocket . . . . . . but that doesn't stop Carl jumping right in for a snooze . . . (I thought Carl had a folded right ear, but I soon discovered that some time during his four years, somedog bit off the tip of his right ear!) You are gettng sleeeeepy . . . Your eyes are getting heavy . . . He may have my bed, but he's NOT gettin' my HEDGIE! (ROSIE doesn't caire WHO is sleeping in the beds, just so long as there's one left for her).

SPROCKET CONCENTRATES ON
"THE CUTENESS OF BEING" HERE