Dudo and Moose have been acting a bit peculiar since I spent those few days in Madrid. When I first returned home, they demanded a treat… immediately. Once I obeyed, they gave me the cold shoulder. That lasted a few hours. I promised them we weren’t moving again and I thought things were back to normal. But then I noticed them sneaking up behind me and staring at me strangely. It was a bit spooky. I couldn’t figure out what had come over them. (It was as if they’d been taken over by their “jungle animal extincts.”)
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I walked in on them in the living room yesterday just before lunch and I now know what the trouble is. In my absence they’d discovered the game of “pool.” Snooker actually, but we all know where that leads.
|DUDO HAS THE MOVES.
MOOSE LURKS AROUND THE CORNER.
|TROUBLE TROUBLE TROUBLE TROUBLE|
Truth is, the boys did give me attitude for a few hours. But they’re back to being loving, sweet, playful, and excruciatingly attentive. And they still immediately come in from the terrace when I call (and they still do not when San Geraldo calls). Although Dudo just swaggered by with a cigarette behind his ear.