The King and his dog

The King's dog,  Lily

He is such a manly man.  Yet this is his dog . . . . hmmm. . . . . is he really just a softy?  Well, anyway the dog's licker is broken.  She can't stop licking. Lick, lick,lick, lick.  It doesn't end.  And it is not quiet.  She is a noisy licker.  She licks everything, not just herself. I have the cleanest blankets ever, although kind of wet.  We are trying to sleep and all you here is lick, lick, lick, lick.  STOP already!!  So the other morning she is, you guessed it,  licking the blankets, lick, lick, lick.  I look over and she licks up a blanket fuzzy.  Oh oh!  That can't taste too good.  The King says,  "She just needed something warm inside her."  He is so funny, a laugh a minute.  Then she hacks up the blanket fuzzy, what a way to start the day.