The Kitchen Floor


Anyone who knows me knows I do not like slick floors. Well the kitchen has a slick floor. The kitchen is where my food and water bowls are. My human, Guy, had to move his Afghan war rug to the entrance of the kitchen so I could stretch in and drink water and eat my food.

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