So Basil shared with you his habit of sitting in bags and now I feel I need to tell you about my recent bag-related-issue. Whee get floor time on a regular basis, which is where the hoomans put us on the floor and let us roam about and play in our pairs. Typically I find a warm spot (on the rug or by a hooman) and refuse to run about on the cold laminate floor.
Then, on Monday, I noticed it. The moutain like beast of a bag sat there, waiting for me. The straps were just begging to be nibbled. I ran over, surprising the hoomans with the speed I was able to move considering I don’t normally like to do anything!
I bit down, and it was as satisfying as I had expected!
“Buddy!” came the hoomans disapproving voice.
I glanced innocently over my shoulder in time to spot the flashy box going off in her hands.
Bother! I was caught out! There’s no denying the photographic evidence, but in my defense, they never specifically told me I wasn’t allowed to eat that bag…
How would you defend me if you were defending me in court?! Can you recommend a good lawyer with to be paid in fruit and veg?
Hope you’re having a great wheek!