So, all four of our Nigerian Dwarf kids are standing at their
gate screaming... I'm like what the heck.. do not tell me that dog is in
our yard again!? Shoes thrown on, dash outside... I see nothing wrong.
Talk to them, like they can answer me... asking what's wrong. They
follow me over to their red chairs, where I borrow one for a sit down.
Immediately Dyson jumps in my lap and snuggles in, Khloe puts her head on
my leg and the other two stand at either side of the chair. Pets,
scritches and brushing of their coats, each getting a turn, for a while
and then they all take off to do their own thing.