Breakfast time was interesting. Poor Jack is obsessive about his two meals a day and enjoys them thoroughly, but this is the time Layla decides he might be worth having as a friend. She drank out of his bowl, which didn't bother him, and I was afraid she was going to get too close to his food bowl, and she did tempt fate a little, but he didn't pay attention to her. She pushed her placemat over to the refrigerator and played furiously with it while he ate. Getting no attention from him, she then pushed it against his legs and made him reposition himself every time.
For now, the snow is back where it belongs.
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