Monday, March 1, 2021

Corona v Blankie

This is my blankie.  I love my blankie.  Daddy calls it my girlfriend.  Mummy gave it to me when I chose her to be my forever human.  I take it everywhere and sleep with it every night. Sometimes Mummy plays hide and go seek with it and when I find it, it smells really clean … I’ve never worked out how that happens.

When the humans at the tummy zipper installation kennel said I had to stay the night, Mummy tried to give them my blankie but they said I couldn’t take it with me because of Corona-something.  I’ve watched Daddy give bottles of yellow falling over juice with little slices of green fruit in the top to his friends.  They say Corona on them. Why do bottles of falling over juice have the right to separate me from my blankie?

Arran

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