I had to work late the other night. Bit of a common thing lately. I picked up B on my way home and told him I was tired so how about take away? It was all good so we dropped in to the local fish and chippery on the way.
We ordered our burgers and I requested a potato cake. B didn’t think this was a good idea but I won the argument. (He wouldn’t argue with me when I am tired). So, we are driving home and he said “I will take that” and took the half eaten potato cake out of my hand. My head started to spin around ‘Exorcist’ style and he copped it. He protested that he just wanted a bite.
We got home and B went out the back to an excited Max. Then I heard yelling from the back yard. I ran out to find B with dark streaks down his clothes and his hand cupped over this mouth. Max stank and had stinky stuff all over his paws and mouth. We are not sure but we think he dug up an old bone. Either that or he has been eating his own poo.
Yuck
B changed his clothes then grabbed Ella the scardey cat to take her outside. He was walking down the back stairs when something frightened her and she did a big wee on B.
Second set of clothes dirty and dinner getting cold B went back inside.
Max safely away in the fenced area and B in his third set of clothes, he sat down to his cold burger.
