Crossed wires
Yesterday someone got crossed wires. I was only responsible for barking at the delivery man. Dad was only responsible for bringing the delivery in. We were not to blame. When Mum came home and opened the box which was supposed to be Christmas cards and gift tags, she found a handbag. She assured Dad that on this occasion she really didn’t order a handbag and she wasn’t going to quietly put it in her wardrobe afterwards. She told me she didn’t even like the handbag they’d sent and it wasn’t nearly so nice as the Christmas cards she ordered, or the tags which had dogs on. Now Mum has to ring the company and explain what has happened. Somehow I can see this isn’t going to go well.
Other deliveries
The present I sent to my sister Valeria has arrived. I do hope she likes it. It was a little box of treats and toys. I’m sorry I’m not there to share them with her, but I’ll see her soon. She can afford to eat all the treats. She’s very slim. I always feel a little plump by comparison, but Mum says I’m just cuddly. My apple habit is never going to help on that front. Mum limits what treats I’m allowed to have, which is hard on a girl.
Talking of apple
I didn’t like to tell Mum, but I spent quite a bit of time yesterday evening, before she got back, helping Dad with preparing stewed apple. It’s my job to clear up any bits that land on the floor and I take it very seriously. This time of year is great as he spends some time almost every day preparing and stewing apple so we have it all year round. He leaves the bag of apples on the floor of the kitchen and I have been known to help myself when Mum and Dad aren’t around.
Love
Wilma
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