Evening terrace treat before the thunderstorm.
Just having a little rest at work while the humans have their meeting.
Nope. I’m not going outside in the rain. Can’t trick me with your so called ‘treats’.
Gimme some mackerel. Please. I’m a good boy. It’s mackerel. Gimme some. Just a little. PLEASE!
Nothing beats a good sleep bark.
All tuckered out after my long day in Kensington.