Got back from the beach this morning to a wonderful smell of baking – two lots of scones! Generally my mum makes only one kind but she produced spicy fruit as well as cheese and spring onion. Haven’t tried one of the fruit yet – not eaten much fruit since I tried kiwis as a puppy (oh, yuk, seeds and hairy peel in my gnashers) – so will have to think about this. Though, if there’s plenty of butter on, she could just win me over. I’m considered somewhat of an expert taster around here, with quite a refined palate.
For more of my culinary preferences, see the Oops page (above).
Having scones makes up for a traumatic experience last night when I was trapped in the sitting room for what seemed a lifetime. Just wanted to pop out to inspect the yard (…you know what I mean) and found my way was barred, completely impassable. The CAT was there! Mum was watching Scott & Bailey, that TV cop show with the women (sort of up-to-date Brit version of Cagney and Lacey AND she says it’s really authentic) and the DCI was having a forthright, and funny, go at her ex so she didn’t notice my plight for ages. I was so scared, didn’t know what to do.
There are certainly ups and downs in a dog’s life.