The other leg was trying to stop George licking the bleach-tainted water.
By 9.05 he had been shut in the kitchen three times for biting me. I am thinking of adopting a zero-tolerance policy. It seems to be all the rage these days. Would he learn, do you think? One bite and he's in the kitchen? No, I don't think so either.
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Younger Son brought me a souvenir sticker from Amsterdam.