If you're at my house looking for Rooney, step over the baby gate/ottoman barricade carefully designed to keep him out of my piano room, and you'll probably find him here, on his couch, looking out on his neighborhood, right next to the piano. I swear he thinks he owns the place.
And obviously, I'm kidding about looking for Rooney. Because if you're visiting at our house - don't you worry, Roons will come to you.
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