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.
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Snore. Zzzzzz. |
Of course I forgot he was there. Of course I ran him over.
Guilt.
There was a slight squeak. I'd just run
into him rather than
over him. Phew.
But.
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Evidence. |
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.
Oh.
Lots of cuddles and kisses and I'm-so-sorry-but-I-warned-you etc.
He moved.
Slightly.
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Don't run me over again. |