With sometimes several times a day of nebulising, ear cleaning, face cleaning, bottom cleaning, tail cleaning, feet cleaning and sudocrem being applied to various parts, Whisky has finally had enough.
"If you are in the house, I'm taking my nap right here. When dinner time comes, don't bother calling me, just throw my food out of the window."
Oh dear. Not a happy boy. And that's before I've told him we've run out of dried dandelions...
Is there any chance of just leaving that part out?
ReplyDeleteDespite avoiding me all day, after I posted this he jumped up on the sofa to be fussed. Go figure.
ReplyDeleteWell, I have to tell you, it had struck me as being a bit odd that he had let you keep the house. Tell that baby boy that we really want to see some improvement in his health. Seriously, tell him.
ReplyDeleteWhisky really IS generosity itself.. :)
DeleteIt's a good thing he forgave you or you might not have been sleeping in a dry bed tonight!
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