Couch, floor, table, but more than that, in my hair, my ear, my bra... well I don't think I'll go on... suffice it to say it was a wetfest and I wasn't very pleased.
And Vespa? He couldn't have cared less.
|Me? What'd I do?|
This came after a day when he escaped into the garden, went berserk with a flower pot in his mouth (I really wish I had a photo) jumped off the wall and generally behaved just as we were told that he shouldn't after his op.
I can't wait for Sunday, when he's free to go off lead again and jump to his heart's content. I'm not sure my sense of humour will last that long!