He maybe fat and fifty but he still loves me even when I throw up
Just a short and late in the day blog today.
I’m not well and have a very dodgy tummy, so I nipped out into the garden and bumped around until I found my favourite patch of grass.
Having tucked into the good old green stuff it was only a matter of time and up came the contents of my poor old insides. The old big dog was tapping way as usual being a copywriter, when a “client” phoned to talk about something called a website. This was my chance for maximum irritation and I made the most of it.
I started with a good old heaving of the lower tum and a few load honking noises, worked myself up into a right old state and then with great gusto threw up all over my bedding. Just to really get the old big dogs attention, I also tried to eat my warm sick – that always gets him going.
He was very calm and gave me a big cuddle and brought me some fresh water. He’s so kind. Then it was back for an all day sleep, waking just in time for my supper. All in all a great day for a bitch with attitude!
