Pete's bed (it's called his bucket)has become the hot spot for me. Most of the time he senses that I am coming toward him and graciously gets out so I can get in--today, not quite happening. I pet/pestered him for a minute or two and he finally got the hint and I got his bucket. Pete certainly is good as gold.
Sneaking in
Pete reaches for a lick or two, not quite sure how serious I am about wanting him to get out of the bucket
All mine!
