I turned them loose in the living room: Chase, Inca, Watson and Holmes. It was bedlam. First the puppies ganged up on dad, which he loved.
Then they found the row of dog beds. I think they want one in their room.
Holmes looked over the living room and decided he liked it.
But back in their apartment, he found something else.
. . . and where is Inca? Up on a chair where they can’t reach her. She’s no dummy. Where’s Phoebe? In a crate because she couldn’t stand everyone having that much fun.