As soon as I walked in, I found my corgi wedged into the little corner by the wall again. Its round little body was pressed tight against the wall, its head plopped straight onto the floor, and it couldn’t even be bothered to stretch out its stubby legs. I crouched down to pet it, but the little rascal didn’t move a muscle—just sneaked a sideways glance at me. That pouty, slightly annoyed expression really made me laugh. Who upset our little potato?