.....he saw me coming down the stairs with his basket under my arm. "Oh now where are we going" his expression said as he curls up in a sulk on the settee. He hates going away, especially if he sees his bed getting into the car.
Things got worse....
......we aren't going anywhere, I'm just washing his bedding, he hates a clean smelling bed, now he's going to have to be sick in it all over again, just to make it smell right.
I have thrown his pillows in the washer so many times.....this time it doesn't look as if they are going to recover, time for some new ones, he is going to hate them too.
One delight in doggy world....his favourite blanket has returned from it's camping trip to Scotland, and it's fallen on the floor. He spent a luxurious evening snoring loudly in his new nest....
To my nose that blanket smells of tent...and dog....guess where that's going now my washing machine is empty.
He's really got the Monday morning blues....
"Clear off you....and take that wretched I-Pad with you"
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