Notes from a small dog… soap and scissor alert
She’s been in and out of the house like a yoyo the past few days. ‘Won’t be long, girlie’ she says… and sometimes that’s right. Sometimes she’s ages, but then, I know she’s been to see my boy, so that’s sort of okay. I can smell where she’s been you know.
And she’s up to something again, I can tell. Doesn’t matter where I go, she has squirty, sneezy stuff in her hands and she’s rubbing away. On the up side, that prob’ly means we’re having a visitor. Which means better ball-throwing and a better class of cheese. On the down side, I know what’s coming next. Yeah, she’s predictable like that. She’ll look at me, with her head on one side and say ‘you smell of dog’ … and I know she’ll want me in the bath.
What, may I ask, am I supposed to smell of? It’s…
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