Fuck you, too, puppy.
Okay. Bad ways to spend 4am on your birthday.
Searching up and down the street for a puppy in a) your pyjamas and b) bare feet, bearing in mind that there are bindies and sharp pebbles wherever you walk.
Dougall, after many days of being trustworthy within the yard, decided to slip under the fence and take himself for a walk.
Now, I have very sore feet and any chance of sleeping before dawn has evaporated into hand-trembling anxiety.
You didn't deserve the sneaky couch-cuddles and thorough brushing I gave you earlier, you little bastard.
Searching up and down the street for a puppy in a) your pyjamas and b) bare feet, bearing in mind that there are bindies and sharp pebbles wherever you walk.
Dougall, after many days of being trustworthy within the yard, decided to slip under the fence and take himself for a walk.
Now, I have very sore feet and any chance of sleeping before dawn has evaporated into hand-trembling anxiety.
You didn't deserve the sneaky couch-cuddles and thorough brushing I gave you earlier, you little bastard.