Don't get me wrong, it was terrific to have Rose & George looking after me. They came every morning and fed me breakfast, played a bit of soccer, and we went for a walk with Winnie. Then they'd take me back to their place to hang out with them for the day, and back to my place for dinner and a couple of hours of TV time before bed and my biscuit. All well and good and much appreciated.
I looked for ages to see where my people were hiding, but couldn't sniff them out.
Then they show up again, all hugs and cuddles, and suddenly they're telling me the wet season is coming and I'm not allowed up on the couches with a wet and dirty belly. Now I know I can't help myself when it comes to puddles, and my Oxley's road walk is heaven in the rain (OOOOHhhh the puddles I can run through) but gheesh... no couch??
They've bought me a bed to lay on. I like it a lot, it's really quite comfortable...but it doesn't compare to sitting on the lounge with my head in Julie's lap. I can't wait until Spring already!!
