I was 18 months old this week. It’s hard to imagine that I was once the size of my kitten, Barnaby.
Hmm, I wonder if he will be my size in 18 months time - or will he always be little, like my little person?
I was followed today and not in a blogging way!
I walked down to the supermarket with the tall person and De and my butcher gave me a big bag of bones.
Word (and the scent of bones) soon got round the neighborhood and by the time we were half way home we had picked up a stalker.
He followed us all the way to our street.
He was a cute pup and I liked his non-aggressive persistence. I looked at tall person and he smiled and nodded and reached into my bag of bones and gave one to the pup.
Enjoy your bone puppy!