Sadly, this is why we really need it.
"Dad. My feet hurt now. Can I ride ?"
Yes of course. Let me lift you up.
"Thanks Dad. I really like my chariot."
I'm pleased. You can thank Grandma for that.
You poor thing. Old, tired, sore feet, arthritis, surgery on that eye.
"Hungry too, Dad, you forgot hungry."
Oh yes, hungry too. How could I forget.
Let's head home for a hot dinner then.
Si the DogBlogger.
1 comment:
at least there's hot dinner waiting, monty! what's on the menu tonight i wonder. curry perhaps?
love to you and daisy and have a good weekend. don't make the man work too hard xox
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