Philip and I share the icky stuff. I feed Bozo what we call his glop in gravy and clean his litter box. Philip cleans his ears and trims his nails and vacuums up the big clumps of fur that he calls tumbleweeds. Oh yeah, Bozo needs his nails trimmed for the motel stay this coming week. I so understand the motel's extra charge for pets. Bozo doesn't try to scratch or bite Philip.
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