Cock-a-hoop when I heard my mum muttering that she couldn’t find the antlers that she tries to shame me with every Christmas. I destroyed one set some years ago but she bought another. Now those are lost so I believed I’d escaped the seasonal humiliation.
No chance. She comes at me armed with a Santa hat. I managed to evade if for a couple of days but then I caved in and let her adorn me. She says I look quite fetching. There’s better things I’d find fetching. Biscuits for instance, or gravy bones.
Dogwuff! 