Dexter’s Day: When Dexter met Harry!
I’m writing this while my Mummy isn’t looking:
I have to do this because I’ve been VERY naughty this morning-
Even NAUGHTIER than the VERY NAUGHTY I was yesterday-
And Mummy is a little bit annoyed with me.
She’s got her CROSS FACE ON
And it’s not even crinkling around her eyes,
So I know I’m in BIG TROUBLE!
Anyway, I walked away from Angry Mummy, smiling my best smile
And waggling my tail in a , ”I’m a very good dog”, way –
And THERE HE WAS!
Harry the Cat!
In my house!
On my rug!
Sitting waiting for me!
Mummy had fed him so I know he wasn’t hungry-
So he had obviously come to see MEEEEEEE!
We chatted for a while – about a metre apart.
I worked out my strategy to ”get him”
And he didn’t seem to care:
He ‘thinked me” that he lives with 2 German Shephards,
so he wasn’t frightened of a puppy!
PUPPY?
I’m Dexter the Destructordog!
So I showed him…………
I bounced and ran and jumped and ran
And slipped and knocked a plant off,
Then ran some more and slipped on the rug
And knocked an ornament over
Then looked………….and Harry was sitting still!
But he was VERY SCARED! I could tell.
But I’m in the DOG HOUSE now ,
So I’ll have to catch him another day.
I only want to play.
But he only wants to be fed!
(He’s big: do you think he could eat me?)
Wuff and wags