Well, many days have passed. Most days Curlmom gets up first, then Curldad gets up and feeds us. Curlmom puts on those goaway shoes and vanishes. Then curldad takes us for a walk and we start our day together. What does he do, you ask? He's mostly working on those flat boards with the nopaintbrushforyou sticks, and the smellsawful gray stuff. That pretty much keeps him busy while we keep an eye on the yard, until we ask for attention by nudging him on the arm - you have to do that gently of course; bump him too hard and he gets grumpy. then he takes us for another walk. Most days dogwalkergirl comes by too and so we've been going for ...1,...2,... um, more than 2 walks a day!
Then there are the days when they get up early and sit on the nodogsonthecouch to watch the oh!itsagoal! box. On those days they both take us for a walk. Curldad takes Rolydog and Curlmom takes me. I'm very good at heeling, and I don't even lunge at those humans with the round spinny legs anymore!
Finn, on patrol.
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