Elementary, My Dear Watson

Watson on my son John’s lap. Watson has no idea he’s too big to be a lap dog

Watson sleeping in the cool of the bathtub. When he snores it echoes down the drain and sounds like ghosts wailing.
Watson found a football and carried it everywhere till it got stuck in his food dish. Now he has a real conundrum.
Watson cooling off in his wading pool.
Watson with his precious Christmas Bone. He wouldn’t turn loose of it even to sleep.

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  4. It must be ‘Sheerluck’ to have a wonderful pet like this in our’Holmes’ . My Budgie won’t even leave his cage and is antisocial in the extreme. Eight years old and he’s never once sat on my lap, shoulder or finger. Hugs

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