A morning ritual that takes priority over breakfast, even nature’s call, is Casey's morning rubdown. If Vic or I get side-tracked with essentials like putting on
the coffee, raising blinds, switching on the fireplace stove, he’ll pace
anxiously by our sides until the magic words are uttered - “Come on, kid, rubdown?” Then he’ll hop up on the couch for a quick dose of kneading – for our needy
boy. You'd think our guy was love-starved.