In the doghouse

I think I am in the doghouse. And I don’t mean my kennelflat either.

I don’t think I want my photo taking either.

No, I’m hiding.

Perhaps mistress was a bit tired the other day, what with cleaning the sofa throws, and then the cushions, plus socialising. And that was my fault too – for being sick – twice.

But anyway when we went for our walk I pulled her over.

I think when I saw the cat I should maybe have told her. But I only saw it at the very last minute so I had to make a dash for it. And if I had told her she might have said no. She usually does.

Now she can only type with one hand and it is very slow. So if we don’t make any comments on your blogs everydog you know why.

I am very sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt mistress. And I went straight back to find her too.

Sad Pippa.

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One comment on “In the doghouse

  1. pix & kardz says:

    oh Pippa,
    you do look so sad when you are hiding.
    but that’s all forgotten now, and now typing with two hands is possible again so your blog can proceed as usual.
    but those cats really don’t mind if you don’t chase them – just so you know 🙂

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