|Please play with me Bodie|
Ello to you little critter. I'm sure you're kinda welcome but.......
What am I meant to do with?
He's bin snooterin my feet, snooterin as far up ma legs as it can reach, doin play bows in front of ma face, squeakin at me. I had to told him off for trying to get milk out of me privates and Mum told him that tryin to bungee off ma tail wasn't such a flash idea either.
If he's not inside hangin off me leg, he's outside eatin daisies, not helpin Mum with the washin and not helpin Mum with the gardenin and not helpin with the lawnmowin.
I have had a rejuvenated interest in all me toys. Wonder why. The word sharin seems to be coming up frequently in conversations.
Good grief, he's even nicked me fave tuggys. And growled at me for one too, The cheek!
Thats gotta take some effort, my toys are bigger than he is.'tography can be deceptive. The photo suggests he is rilly rilly fast but I can tell you he takes half a day to get across the lawn. I think mebbe we should give him a packed lunch for his journey.
More than a little uncoordinated, getting four legs to go in the same direction at once can be a challenge for a guineapig.Appawrently if we let him sleep lots he will grow fast and turn into a Border Terrier brother that I can run about with.
|Shhhh, tiny puppy is GROWING|
Oh yeah and by the way, I have been told to tell ya. His name is eUan.
WOOF - the Bodester