dogchildren on a pool table
From last night’s visit to my grandfather. The little ones get to climb on the dinner table after dinner (a bad habit, but fuck it) and away from Kirby. Kirby got jealous, and, as the dinner table is too small for him (though he thinks he’s no bigger than the girls), I let him up on the pool table. It was more his size; enthusiasm thus ensued.
(You’re welcome.)