Shysmum
Well-Known Member
So bad that I couldn't even take her in the house, she got a cold sloosh, shampoo, cold sloosh in the garden. She got hysterical, bit me, went loopy, and that was the towel drying done. Then she tears around the house rubbing herself on everything, black hairs a - go - go, setting the lab off, he starts leaping up and off the back of the sofa (party trick), while poor hubs is trying to talk on the phone.
And I know what'll happen - back at the yard this avo, she'll have to replenish her perfume, won't she. Terriers, eh - who'd have em
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