The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Maybe a little tickling with the hoover might have got him into action!
How doggy that is - memories of Badger.
At least he doesn't run around barking his head off while the vacuum is running.
Gish, he's beautiful.
Mean to say 'gosh', but then I have had some wine (hic)!
Well, at least he's not chewing up stuffed toys and leaving all the stuffing around your living room:) I've been working most of this week (oh, yes, poor me) so I've gotten behind in reading your posts again--I left a comment on your hairdresser post.Have a great time in Corsica--oh my, that sounds exotic!--and give George a Happy Birthday hug for me!
... perhaps he's dreaming of growing static-dust-attractant fur ..??!?
I deliberately didn't hoover, cherrypie, because I didn't want to wake him up! Good memories, aileni.Only if it chases him, leslie!He sertunly is, suburbia!Only because they've all been confiscated, rose!Maybe, gledwood!
I bet the lazy swine spends half his life asleep... dreaming of misbehaviour he can get up to when next awake ...(!)
Ha! Sid helps me in exactly the same manner .. except when he's helping me by standing foursquare across my path, poking me with his nose. That's a great help, that is! LOL!
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