It's early Sunday morning, and I'm sitting at the computer, pre-daylight when I suddenly remember that I haven't posted a Sunday Dawg. The sisters will be upset, so I go about stalking the dog with a camera. I find him in my easy chair.
The dog looks at me like I'm going to eject him from the chair. "What are you doing, old man? Cripping around with that camera?"
That is my chair, after all, but the dog seems to think that he has some claim to it.