144: I Told You So

Back in November, when there was still some warmth in the sun, I told you that I had heard that my beans’ pup was returning from Singapaw. 

Well, I was right.   (Of course, I usually am.) 

He came home yesterday. TOWTLH is already pandering  to his every whim, feeding (and overfeeding) him with all sorts of culinary delights.

I, of course, get ignored.  No special favours, no special foods.  

Of course, because his house is still being rented out, he’s living with us, crowding us out, disturbing our equilibrium, messing with our domestic rhythms.

Luckily he’s gone away for the weekend with a gang of friends to a bunk barn in the Dales. (Actually, I’m surprised he’s got friends.)

With a bit of luck, he’ll fall down a crevasse or get eaten by sheep.

Well, a  girl can dream.