Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

We’re not talking.

I know, I should be more patient with her…she’s only a two-legs after all, but honestly…

First she goes off, then comes back…only to go off again. Then, when she does come back, she’s all at sixes and sevens, whatever they are, and she’s running out when she should be in and home when she should be out and then out for ages and ages. Not good enough. You just can’t get the two-legses these days.

When she finally decides to start behaving a bit, instead of nice cuddles and longer walks…just by way of compensation, you understand… she sniffs at me and starts muttering about baths. She won’t try that again in a hurry though… I can make enough mess with the water without her being dragged in too ;)

Then she tried to cut my nails. Honest! Maybe she’d like to paint them silly colours…