No, I don’t believe in A God, as such. Sorry, God. Maybe later. Much later, hopefully.
So let’s get back to You Know Who. I was up at 8 o’clock this morning trying to repair the ripped sofa. After I had mopped up rivers of pee. O’Connor was just sitting there with a ball of sofa stuffing in his mouth, and actually looking quite pleased with himself. Well, at least he wasn’t beating up Charlotte or chasing the Cat.
I resisted the temptation to turn him into sausages. But it was hard. Not enough room in the oven, basically. Maybe next week. Sheesh, never in all my life have I had such a problem with a puppy. Six weeks and I am getting nowhere.
But I have got over The Hump now. Too late now. I won’t be sending him back, although I did briefly think about it. And I certainly understand why some people do.
Do I now expect to win? Who knows? I have my doubts. But as ever, he is such a sweet thing.
Bon Noel to you all.