Jowls. It’s such a weird and funny word. He basically passed out since coming home from doggy day camp.
It should be noted that I was basically squeezed into one corner of the couch and his long frame took up the rest of the couch.
The snow keeps his paws pink and clean. There would be gross dirt in there otherwise. Yuck.
I wish I had taken a video. He started twitching and making little noises. I suspect he was running in his dream and chasing squirrels.
Yup, it’s a hard knock life for Gryff. But he seems to deal with it pretty well.