I was watching a bit of soccer the other night, and the dog was asleep on her bean bag, and she was dreaming of something interesting and started whining to herself and jogging her paws, there were other people in the room, saying things relevant and not, about the dog and the soccer and schizslovenia, but they have their privacy, so I can't divulge any more about that, so instead I'll tell you more about the dog - earlier on in the evening, she was asleep and was lying down upside down on the bean bag - her tongue hanging out, and her big front paw in her mouth (not that one is bigger than the other - they're about the same, but they're both pretty big) and she was doing a great impression of a scary fake dog, but then I didn't have a camera on me, and couldn't take a picture for you - but here's an idea I've just had - I'm going to do a picture of it... renewing my love affair with "paint" since muse's task the other week.
and someone scored another goal, and the goalie spat on the ground, and the people in the room talked about the keeper, and whether he could do much and whether he should have been closed down, as if he was a chip shop.
Someone else came in with news of the world of next door, and the dog got up for a minute to welcome the new arrival and collapsed into another snooze on the floor this time. The other people continue talking, but they are allowed privacy, so I can't tell you much about what they said, well anything they were saying in fact.
The dog woke up again after awhile and brought a chewy bone that she wanted to play with, so I decided to publish the darned review - unfinished tho it might be, and I will update it further tomorrow if anything remarkable occurs. Maybe I'll even make something up if nothing happens... and maybe I won't.