Merlin impatient

Merlin is starting at me, huffing at me occasionally. So, I must write a quick blog before he starts barking.

It’s almost like the day when I wrote a blog faster than heating up my pretzel. I like a good challenge like this.

Oh, there was a small “ruf.” I don’t know if I’m going to win this one. He’s getting squeaky. Now growl-ly.

A quick sit, then back up and paws on my lap.

Okay, he’s had enough. I better quit writing about him and go take him out.

He barked. I lost this one. Better luck next time.