When the paper has been properly killed, he lays down and lets the shreds envelope his body.
Once we reach this stage, I like to try to pick up the pieces, however I learned early this is not part of Rod's basking plan.
He goes from laying blissfully...
...to claiming his pieces. Apparently, I have not received the necessary clearance to touch the bag pieces.
This look clearly says, "don't touch my stuff, lady."
Cleaning time has been post-poned.