While I was away at weekend bootcamp my mum invited my mate, rescue greyhound Mak, and his owners round and I missed out AGAIN! The humans had risotto and meringues with salted caramel sauce and Mak had treats of cheese. I like cheese; where’s my share. Excuse is that he was scared of the fireworks going off in the run-up to bonfire night and had to have a distraction. If I’d been there I could have distracted him, no problem, and maybe we could have shared the cheese which was a special smoked one my mum brought back from Cheshire.
In even more of a huff cos THE CAT allowed Mak to get up real close in front of the fire and didn’t utter a single hiss. She’s awful to me most of the time though I must admit she was okay when I got on the bed with her and mum a few days ago. I have to rise above my fear and ignore her.
Time to perfect my ‘I see no cats’ expression.