is there a tiny part of me untouched, unsoiled by misery?
Dog brushed and pajamas attained, only six hours and one somewhat dubiously subtextual PG movie later. (I suppose it could have been an arty commentary on how callously Dumbledore uses Harry throughout.)
I swear this dog has more coat every time I brush him. Ace, you show career is over unless we go to the Rassemblement next year. You can stop now.
Also, he had something sticky matted into his moustache, and that had to be brushed out. Poor dog.