This post is brought to you from behind the barricades, somewhere under the dining table… about the only safe place in this house at the minute. I’m feeling a bit glum. All I’m getting is ‘not nows’ and ‘laters’. It doesn’t seem to matter where I go… she’s everywhere. Bits of material… sharp, sticky pins…stuff that smells really interesting in the kitchen … though she says if I investigate that too closely she’ll do dire things to me…
I mean, I ask you… what’s a dog to do when it smells all sweet and gooey in there? She says I wouldn’t like it anyway. I say I’ll be the judge of that… but she’s not having any. And neither, apparently, am I. Unfair I call it!
I did point out that she’ll only complain that she’s getting a big rump if she eats it all to herself. She says…
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Ani says, thank you 🙂
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Give her snuggles for me! @v@ ❤
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Done 🙂 ❤
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