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This story isn’t about governments battling for supremacy above our heads in space wars, but about whether canine or human rules under the desk.
His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey has many rules about how the humans and other canines are to give him deference. Yesterday’s discussion centered around space wars—not the intergalactic kind but who has the claim over the space under the desk. Silly Hu-Dad believes he should be able to put his feet there, but Typhoon knows it makes the perfect cave for an afternoon nap. It’s so hard being royal and others don’t respect your obvious superiority.
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I missed this yesterday BUT just had to comment on the Little Prince’s LOOK!!! I wonder WHO won the race for space-Hu-Dad OR Typhoon??
Dogs rule and so they dictate the rules. Haha
That look says it all!!
wow, that is quite the glare!