I had a sore leg last week. My doctor gave me some magic treats to stop
it hurting and ordered me for a few days to concentrate on the skills of sofa
restraint and supervision of human meal construction. I pointed out that would mean that I would have to trust Arran to properly exercise Daddy in the evening, not to mention that I would also be neglecting my duties as his tutor in the important art of retrieving. When Daddy throws toys for us, it is very important that I get to them
before Arran to demonstrate correct catching methods. Would you believe my doctor then had the audacity to
suggest that I need to behave my age?
Wednesday, August 24, 2022
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