Trotter has discovered a new delight.
He has discovered that by pressing his furry snout into the gap of the open window he can smell the world outside and, if necessary, bark when needed.
He likes to bark if Sprokett is on the upstairs balcony, or if the new foreign students are playing their music too loud.
He likes to bark if Penny is on her balcony smoking or if a train goes by.
Most of the time, as ever, he just likes to bark at nothing. And who can blame him?
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