I gave her ten resolutions for new year. How many has she kept up to?
Two. I ask you. Just two out of ten.
She curls up in a tiny ball on the sofa sometimes, NOTE only sometimes (resolution number five), and she has fed me tasty tablets and toast (resolution number nine). But no more than usual. Maybe that’s only half a resolution?
That’s pretty pathetic isn’t it? 20% is not a pass rate Misery. Go the the bottom of the class.
Oh, you can’t, you’re already there. Well, move down a class then. Bah.
What is this photo challenge thing? I am not photochallenged. I am extremely photogenic.
Some rubbish about if I don’t let her write this it will be another three months before a post appears.
Well that’s easy.
Here is their lunch. It should be mine.
More patient waiting. How patient can a dog get?
Here are our crisps and bottle of water. They should all be mine. Well the crisps should, although I don’t mind sharing the water.
Here is a fine lunch. Harvey in Gib, except I’ve not managed to catch him yet and now he has moved away. It must be because he knew I was just on the point of catching him for lunch. Or breakfast, tea or supper. Who cares?
Here is what happens after lunchtime.
Or this. A dog needs a choice of where to nap.
Silly photo challenge. Write me a proper blog post next time Misery and DON’T FORGET to visit my friends. Do I have any left after this extremely lengthy absence where you have been boring everyone on your own blogs?
See you all again in June. If I’m lucky.
Photos taken with iPhone 3G. No fiddling taken place as I am handsome enough not to need my photos to be tampered with. Even the cat didn’t get tampered with, although he would if I had got my paws on him.