I could have been wrong about that Plott Hound stuff ...

... and the lummox. Sure, he's tough when he is outside in the cold, attacking a horde of hounds, but when you get him home ...

Last night right after dinner I look out in the dog room (formerly known as the family room) and there he was, laying on a special fluffy blanket on the sofa with his head resting on his special fluffy pillow made just for dogs, snoozing contentedly.

Two hours later I checked out there again and he had not moved a millimeter. The little beast likes his creature comforts.


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