The DOOM Spaniels

I'm impressed at how much sleepy indignance Tristan can project, even though you can't see most of his face.

"Soooo... hooooot... too hot to pose... too hot to look up... melting..."

*administer one (1) carrot each*

"Oh, okay, everything is perfectly all right now. We're all fine here. How are you?"

As spaniels got sleepy and bedtime tussling slowed down, Tristan demonstrated that he has apparently been studying opera. He portrayed a dramatic, protracted "death" scene full of "and one more thing!" wriggles and puppy wails, before finally hopping up, trotting off the "stage," and curling up to sleep.

After his bath, Tristan came inside while the groomers finished clipping Yvaine. Tristan didn't know quite how to cope. He looked out the window. He stared at the door. He made a huge variety of disgruntled sounds.

"I am mere tiny puppy. Please take pity on my baby self and give scritchies and carrots."

Yvaine makes the best faces, but Tristan is learning.