reynardo | This time I mean it...

Take a good look at the picture on my entry.

This is me holding my fluffy, silly puppy. But if you want to see him now, you'll have to imagine him with a beard. A white fluffy beard. And a moustache. And wandering the streets in the cold, alone, homeless and unloved. 'cause I'm throwing him out as soon as I finish this.

I did the shopping, and because my boy has chicken-pox, he couldn't walk the dog, so I did that too. I put the cold stuff away, and left the rest until after dinner.

And I sat down for 10 minutes to eat dinner. And then there was this noise in the kitchen. A snuffling, munching noise. A suspicious noise. A very, very suspicious noise. So I went to look.

Have you ever seen a golden English Cocker Spaniel with his nose caught in the flour? Who has chewed through the side of the packet of flour and is busy trying to eat the stuff. Who has then looked up at you with these guilty, HUGE brown eyes, as if he was saying "did I do something wrong?"

He's in the laundry. The flour (self-raising) is in the bin. The floor is swept. And I'll deal with the dog soon.

Honest.

I'll be mean this time. And firm. And I'll treat him...

Oh. He's using his eyes on me. His cute, adorable, spaniel eyes. The ones that come with their own mind-control device for influencing their owners.

So maybe I'll give him one more chance.

Just one.

Honest.