Tuesday, 15 February 2011

Dog-sitting Saturday night-in

First, light the fire.

No Ron, I won't move your bed onto the hearth.

Next - settle down for a snooze before the guest arrives.

She's here! She's here!

Get over-excited and go mad with the play-bowing routine.

The honeymoon is over. She's eaten all my dinner and no! the rubber chicken is not a substitute that will appease me.

No way am I sharing my bed with that hussy.