Every morning when one of us is about to shower, we turn on a little floor heater and, immediately, Pirate is right there to warm up his old joints.
He'll lay with his face inches away from it, which dries out his eyes and face but it is his favorite place to be.
And then Roxy walks in the bathroom and requires that he share the heater. Pirate's peaceful sauna is no more.
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