I luv my puddle, I get my furs wet and my paws muddy
Monday, 12 November 2018
There woz angry skies when we went for our walkie today,but the sun smiled on us and stopped the clouds from crying on us. I chased leaves that She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed threw for the wind to catch. I jumped the plastic barriers stored in the Old Army camp and I drank the waters coming up out of the ground, now I 's having a snooze to dream of my walkie.