You're probably dying to know how Giacometti's doing. He's had quite a strenuous week - seeking and hiding and away on clandestine missions and walkabouts in the whereabouts. But last night at 22.00 hours, I whistled to call him in and in he caved, rushing straight to his food bowl and loosing control over some fatty mackerel that was placed on top of his dry food. Afterwards, he was licking his lips for a good wee while... Shortly thereafter, he went out again. He was back in the morning though and so we did the morning gym together on the mat. I wish you could have seen how cute he was...
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