Now 'Wonder Boy' knows I love him lots but I have to admit the feeling is not always mutual. Take the other day when I was busy doing stuff round his house. Peeps as usual was not paying me enough attention so I decided to amuse myself by playing 'Hide The Pirate Trash-ure' (term courtesy of Easy). Whizz on and it is dark o clock and 'WB' comes home after a night on the tiles and crashes into bed. As the morning came he is in bed wondering what the nasty scratchy thing is. OK so he finds....
1/ Chewed manky raw hide...
2/ Pink Bunny with arty drool stains
3/ Spootnik which recently had an outing in the flower bed
4/ Fluffy chick still to be de-stuffed
5/ Mini tennis ball loving rescued from the park and bought home
and lastly but not least
6/ Jumbo bone which I was saving for when they leave me for 87 gazillion hours home alone. Sadly this has now been consumed as I resorted to comfort eating as I was so stressed.
So darn ungrateful he is. I have now been told in no uncertain terms my trash-ure is not appreciated and if I have to burry stuff do it in my own home. Drats so i'll just have to roll on his bed when I come back from the park having rolled in stinky goodness then. I think he might appreciate that don't you?
Have a marvellous Monday all and don't forget to make some time for some mischief today.