Tricky Papa

My Papa likes to play tricks on me. The worst part is I always fall for them.
This evening he did it again.

I was spending quality time under the bed, one of my Dorfin Dens of Solitude, when I heard him crying in the other room. I immediately crawled out and ran to his chair. He was indeed crying. He dropped the foot rest and I jumped up and started licking his face.

"Poor Papa", I thought, "poor, poor Papa". I licked his face, and then his ears, all of the time worried to death.

He reached up and rubbed his hands over my fur very affectionately. I was so happy and pleased with myself, then called up to Mama and told her how I always came to them even when they aren’t pretending.

Pretending! I worried myself sick and… oh well, I simply went back to my Den of Solitude and closed my eyes.

Papa is good to me. I’ll forgive this time… and probably many more. That’s just my way.

Later,

Woodie

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