Poor Dreyfus... I didn't let him win a game of tuggies for at
least five minutes today.
At one point, he just kindda looked at me with a "What the hell
is eating you, dude? Let me win a round, would ya?" look.
(Ok, I'm anthropomorphizing him.
I know it's a risk to do so.
But I swear he can pick up on when I'm stressed about something.)