Once Aston-Reese was done playing, he joined the conversation holding a sleepy Carl in his arms.
"He's tired right now," Aston-Reese said. "Honestly, I don't understand. This guy takes three naps before 11 a.m. It's crazy. He's always sleeping."
"Here's what I don't understand," Potash said. "How come whenever it comes time to do the dishes, you can't get up because he's in your lap used as an excuse?"
Aston-Reese, clearly caught, laughed and said, "All right, well, if we're going to go there, there was a rule made a couple days ago that if a dog is in your lap…"
"He knows about the rule," Rust interjected.
"…That you don't have to do anything," continued Aston-Reese. "So, Carl just happened to be napping. Crazy coincidence. But this guy, look at him, he's always in my lap. He's like a little parrot sometimes. He's on my shoulder, he's in my lap. Great cuddle dog."