Dexter’s Day: Help!
How many times do I have to explain this to my humans?
I like to help – and I thought it was a good help
But it’s wasn’t…
let me explain.
So, I’ve got an Uncle Mike:
He’s very nice .
He arrived yesterday.
so the day before, Mummy and I were ”getting his room ready”.
It’s smelt funny after she’d done it.
So I ”put it right” and made it smell ”better”.
The little beds on the top, which I like to sleep on, weren’t on the floor
So I pulled them off and rolled on them.
Then I helped Mummy by pulling all of the towels from the bathroom
In the puddle outside the door
So Uncle Mike and Clare didn’t get their feet wet!
But Mummy was cross and used her ANGRY VOICE
(which sounded a bit angry actually!).
So I sat on the stairs.
Rolled my cute eyes
And snuggled into the side, looking very sad.
I got a biscuit!
And a cuddle!
And Uncle Mike had to make his own bed when he arrived!
I’m off to bed now. Am tired.
Wuff and wags