I suppose it was inevitable wasn't it? Something else to make me feel guilty. Wasn't it not already enough to have parental guilt? Now it seems I am to have puppy guilt too.
This is where he lies during the day.
There was a slight squeak. I'd just run into him rather than over him. Phew.
That was why he squeaked. I ran not over him, but over a bit of fur he happened to leave in the way. It came off, hence the squeak.
Lots of cuddles and kisses and I'm-so-sorry-but-I-warned-you etc.
|Don't run me over again.|