Bonnie loves puppies. Really loves them. She will make a beeline if she spots one in the park and will saunter up to them whimpering.
She will play with them too.
But don’t ask her to share her ball, that’ll never happen.
When on earth did Evie turn nine? I’m missing time I’m sure I am. Oh hang on, here’s a few thousand drawings here telling me…
End of September mornings are tough. Even alarm cat has slunk off to snooze somewhere.