Just because I have the biggest, fluffiest rear-end in the house doesn’t mean that I can be used as a pillow. There I was, minding my own business, having a nice snooze on what used to be my futon when The Big Guy clambers up behind me and plonks his two-ton head on my lovely derriere.
Hmmpffhh!
OK, it’s morning. Now. This minute. Wake up!
I haven’t been at the compost so far. I didn’t dip my beard in the water bowl. I promise not to slobber.
So why haven’t you kissed me yet?
Aaawww Mum! Why is there a gate here? What’s behind it? What are you doing? I wanna see what’s happening – c’mon… what’s that scent?
We’ve been waiting two days to find out -Pleeeaaasssssse tell us!
Here I am in our bedroom listening to strange noises coming from the attic.
Like Princess Chloe the First, I saw the two crate things coming in last night as well. The Big Guy and I tried to look up the attic stairs this morning to see what Yours Truly Confused was up to, but we could only get that odd smell Princess Chloe the First was talking about.
Yours Truly Confused has erected a baby gate at the end of the attic stairs. I wonder whether she trying to keep something in or out of there?
Yesterday we got a new pink blankie for our lounging area.
It’s very important to get as much scent, hair and slobber on items like this, as soon as possible, so I have been rolling, snuffing and wiggling here all night. It’s great fun!
Our regular guest, Duby Wai is staying with us while his mum and dad are on holiday. He has been doing his best to help out, but he is so miniscule, he’s hardly left an impression, other than strangling the new blankie into a heap.
The Big Guy has also gotten in on the act – I think between us all we should have this thing properly personalised by lunch time.
My main role in Baskerville Manor is to bring beauty, cuteness and gorgeousness to Yours Truly Confused’s existence, and I work very hard at this.
One of my self-appointed tasks in connection with this role is to wake Mum up every morning so the first thing she sees is my lovely face.
She says my freezy-cold nose and dribbly beard are extremely effective.
I found this nice spot on the couch, with nice warm sunshine on my back, and there I was, minding my own business having a good old snooze when along comes The Big Guy who decided that this spot is perfect and clambered up to join me.
I think we make a lovely couple. If only he wasn’t poking my bum with that massive back paw of his.
