Oooh. Oooh. Oooooooooooh,
Life has been OK recently. They’ve stopped shoving stinky pills down my throat all the time, which is nice. My nose is all snuffly again, which isn’t as good. I’m sure the two aren’t related. The other day I finally succeeded in stealing Her knitting, which was most entertaining. And I keep hearing mention that I am, and I quote, “slowly becoming more civilised”. Flippin’ cheek. I am the epitome of civilisation.
This weekend, however, is set to be epic. Or as that fake grumpy one on Strictly[1] would say EH. PICK (dahling).
On Saturday I get to see my friend Julie from Thinking Paws. She is going to make me perfect, I’m told. And then on Sunday I get to do my very own shoot with The Dog Photographer (or Del, as I prefer to call him, preparatory to a good lick and bark). He’s been in a magazine and everything, so he must be good.
So go me! A weekend that really is all about me. Me! Me me me me me me me me me me me meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (Not sure how this differs from any other weekend, Ed.)
[1]Did I not mention that I watch Strictly? Well I do. So there. Although last week it was a bit scary and I had to hide behind the curtains.