Somewhat surprisingly, it’s almost noon and nobody has done anything spastic. Must be the weather. They all turn into fluffslugs when it rains–exception noted for puppies in the event it’s raining and they have some sort of organized training class or event. In that case, they’re raging nutbags. But in the house? Lazypants, the lot of ’em.
In keeping, Nigel is busy being unrelentingly adorable. He’s always been a particularly charming napper.