As the dogs whirled around me at the front door I spotted, then scooped, C. George and wiggled him at Mak. He pounced then began leaping on and off the couch with the prize that had been sitting on the floor for days. Ty spotted Mak's treasure and tried to clamp down but Mak teased and avoided. When Ty managed to locked his old chompers on George there was a quick jerk and puffs of stuffing flew everywhere. Each had half. Ty flapped his ears and in doing so loosened his grip.Half of C. George spun through the air and landed four feet away - instantly forgotten, later shredded.
Is there any better way to come home? Okay, maybe a naked athlete of the opposite gender but unless the wood stove is lit, that'd be downright chilly.