While Mrs P endeavoured to write on Her Own blog
I stole she gave me the postal packaging to tear up,
I threw the remains of a padded envelope at her, when her face drained of colour, there was blood all over my handy work.
She made me sit down and went through the ‘Vet Examination’ scenario we have been learning at training and checked me over, then she politely
ordered asked me to stay while she scrambled about on the rug, after what seemed an age she jumped up,holding her arm aloft …you know ‘Game Of Thrones’ style
So what was all the fuss about
Mrs P doesn’t seem at all worried, is the woman MAD !!! does she know something I don’t ????
Are all my teeth going to fall out??…will I need dentures?? ….will I never again enjoy gnawing loudly on a bone while she’s watching TV telling me to shush??
I’m off to e-mail Cesar Millan to find out what on earth is happening