Piglet still hates Frances, but he’s decided that his hate is not strong enough to keep him from hanging out with me when the dog is around. Usually this means being on the floor, by my feet. Sometimes he naps, which is sweet. Sometimes he bites my feet, which is not so sweet. It is also kind of stupid, because the only thing between Piglet and the evil dog is me. Biting me does not make me very inclined to protect him.
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