December has been a lazy month. No exciting trips. No long journeys. I said my final goodbyes to Pawz&Co at Barnhill, Inchinnan (but only because they are relocating to Houston).
Rusty has remained our guest, so I've had to leap over the cushions to lie on the couch. We keep them down so he can't jump up because he becomes aggressive if he achieves an elevated position.
He's a mixed-up boy. At times, he can be happy and tail-waggy;
Sometimes he dances on two legs.
On one occasion, he pooed on the carpet early in the morning and wouldn't let anyone get close enough to pick it up. It took a military operation to draw him away. Fortunately, no blood was spilled though the Man was nearly late for work.
Rusty should be going home soon as the Woman's Mum is on the mend.
I didn't get many presents this Christmas.
The Woman made me dress up like a Christmas plant. I refused to wear the pot.
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| It's just not me. |
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| Can I play with it? |
The weather has been wild this month, with thunder and lightning (or rather lightning, then thunder), torrential rain, gale-force winds, storms and snow. It's no wonder I've not been to many places.
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| Is it safe to go out? |
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| Glenburn Country Park |
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| This isn't the pavement. Where did I go wrong? |
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| Laughing or yawning? |
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| Boden Boo, Erskine |
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| Metal bugs on the fence to torment the birds |
