Today in the Thunder household:
The bowl was finally empty and The Girl opened the new bag of snackums.
Obi got his belly rubbed.
And Oliver took a bath.
He was bathing his arm but it just wasn’t coming clean. He licked and licked and licked, then chewed. Then licked and licked and licked, and chewed.
After about five minutes, I pointed out a flaw in his technique that – perhaps – was why he wasn’t getting clean…
He was licking MY arm.