Monthly Archives: May 2012
Claws.
Every morning I awake to either Gruff bellowing my name or the dulcit sound of claws on carpet.
Joyo.
A Rare Outing.
What’s covered in dust, cobwebs and spiders, lives in the garage and only sees daylight for a few days a year?
Still guarenteed to send my lot into a joyus frenzy.
The Shopping Waddle.
Take the strain, don’t waddle, dont waddle.
You’re waddling Ang, there you go, waddling back to the car like a penguin.
Sunny dispositions.
You may think my lot are enjoying the sun but they’re eagerly waiting for me to return with their ice-lollies.
