As b/f and I went to Dublin last week for St Patrick’s day (what a crack!), Tommy went to stay with Emma (of Waggy Walking fame) for a week.
He wasn’t bounding with joy, as such, when I went to pick him up, just indifferent. Emma said he’d been good all week (I doubt that!) and had slept on her bed ‘not in the bed, just on the bed’. He seems to have toned up a bit (or lost weight??) and has got a scratch on his belly (from jumping through thorns).
When we got home he was over b/f like a rash. Charming, I thought.
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