Speaking of used tissues, Mary was very worried that I had kennel cough. I sounded bad—hawking, hawking, hawking--but nothing came up. Then she found the shreds of tissue behind the sofa. She checked my teeth for evidence. Apparently she found some, because she suggested I try a drink of water.
We have lots of company. I wait in the crate until the people are settled. If the guests are adults, I get to come out and play. If the guests are children, I get a nylabone and stay in the crate until they go home. I don’t bark, but I groan once in a while so Mary doesn’t forget about me.