[Poggio]

He fell asleep to the sound of the sticky tongue peeling away from various parts of Mister growl as he raised one leg up and curled over to lick himself. It never stopped to amaze red how the other could do that. When he woke it was hours later to the feel of the prickly tongue sliding across his face. He laughed trying to brush aside one of the dogs and rolled over trying to regain his sleep.