¿Un perro con tres cabezas?

Lockdown day 45.
Not a three-headed dog, just the Yorksters all laying claim to the comfy dog bed - none were willing to back down. Bit of a low day again with nothing much to show for it. I made the mistake of watching Trump's latest daily plague briefing/campaign rally first thing. Apart from the hollow laugh at his referring to the "1917 Spanish flu" yet again (dare no-one correct him, ever?) and his simian arm-hanging stance, there was nothing cheering there...