That would be three more nights that you will cuddle up to your mummy...or at least within sniffing distance of her.
Three more nights that you will nod off to doggie dreamland having done nothing but "frolic and frootle" (in the inimitable words of Lynley Dodd and Hairy Maclary).
- Feeling as though someones turned the volume up and it doesn't have an off button!!!!
- Why are these children confusing me with a build-a-bear?
- Why is there a big picture of a lady with WARNING in large red letters outside the front door??
Yes, she helpfully suggested giving you something to 'help you sleep'. In the interests of your safety, the KATs felt it necessary to keep her at a safe distance.............beware the drug-peddling Nana!!!!
- Finally, what lunatic decided to call me Salvador and can I get my micro-chip altered?
In a moment of mindlessness (scarily coinciding with being behind the wheel of the car) I suggested that it would be fun to name you after Salvador Dali as one of the KATs best friends has a cavoodle named Pablo...................
To be fair, I did say that we could call you 'Sally' for short which I think is quite sweet. At least now you know who's foot to crap on :)