Waggy Tails

Gemma and I sometimes wag our tails so much that Ian and Julie tell us they'll fall off! But I'm sure that, even if they did, and even in these difficult economic conditions, we could still walk into town and, somewhere, find a re-tailer.

Getting dry

After a long runabout today, I had to have a bath. The problem with baths is that you get rather wet. Afterwards, I set about solving this problem by shaking myself near Ian and rubbing myself against his trousers: so as I got drier, Ian got wetter!

My Fire

I like sitting in front of my fire - a gas fire with real flames. Tonight I was sitting in front of my fire when Julie commented that the fire wasn't on! So why do humans call a fire a fire even when it isn't?