Watching

[skwashy]

The Stinky Terrierist only fetches one toy, the "Roadkill", a shabby hairy-looking squirrel with two loud squeakers in it. Mrs. Skwashy tosses this toy across the room and the Terrierist scampers, all slidey, across the wood floor and brings it back to the living room rug where he bites the squeakers happily, killing the toy over and over again. At some point, Mrs. Skwashy takes it from him again and throws it, he fetches it. Today he fetched her sweater from the armchair because the toy landed on it. He couldn't tell the difference.

He only has to be cute. No brain required at all. Fortunately.

I baked a chicken, but I'm not hungry now. When will the appetite come back?