Retribution
I have received retribution for stealing chews from Pebbles. It’s my own fault, but that really doesn’t make any of it feel better. After I stole her brand new prize chew on Sunday, I thought I should dispose of the evidence. I probably should have reduced it to smaller sized pieces before swallowing it, but that’s easy to say with the benefit of hindsight. I was sick just after midnight on Sunday night. Mum had to get up and clear up after me. I was sick again just after tea on Monday. And you’re not going to believe this, but Mum wouldn’t let me eat it all again. It was my slurping that alerted her to what I’d done. That was a much larger quantity than the previous night.
After that I asked for a replacement tea and Mum said no – she can be so mean. To be fair I was still feeling a little off colour, but I was also feeling a bit empty. I had to wait until my bedtime Bonio and was only allowed that when I assured her I was feeling ok.
Pebbles is as bad
Pebbles is as bad as me but in different ways. Mum thought she’d got Pebbles used to going in the car, but then when they went out yesterday Pebbles really kicked off and drove Mum nuts. Then when she came home Pebbles drank lots and was peeing every twenty minutes. Mum was threatening to leave us all by the time she’d cleared up more times than I could count on my paws. I think she was only threatening. I don’t think she would ever leave us. It’s an unimaginable thought and does make me wonder if I should be a little more considerate in my behaviour.
Love and woofs
Wilma
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