Inky spent it guarding his ball from maurading villains. Note the fierce face.
Against my sage advice, he took his ball onto the deck (in the rain) and dropped it over the side.
Can you see it, there between the flowerpot and the basketball hoop, on the outside of the fence? Guess who got an umbrella and fetched it back? Good writer.
Today, Inky amused himself by ripping open his dog bed and pulling out the stuffing. Bad Inky.
Happy writing.
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