I should buy a copy. I'm having problems with a line of reasoning from Jasmine.
Eric is still feeling sore from a recent tooth extraction. To be brutally honest, all his back teeth out and a biopsy which has revealed a slow but malignant cancer.
Combining honest discomfort with a healthy desire to milk the situation for all the tuna it is worth, he is playing up. He's on lovely nutritious treats, all mashed/chopped/blended, while the others think it is fantastic and wolf down their shares at warp speed.
The little mouse almost went unnoticed, as I lay on the floor persuading Eric to eat spag bol. He has invented a nice little sport - he gets under the dining table and weaves in and out of the chair legs, knowing I can't reach him. All the better to avoid antibiotics and bad food choices.
There it was, neatly placed under his favourite chair. I knew Eric wasn't up to hunting, Tig was snoring on the sofa and Bailey doesn't catch mice.
Jasmine went into raptures when I asked "Did you bring Mousie in?". She likes praise for honest graft. But if he is wary about tackling mince, how did she think he would manage a mouse?
Answers by carrier pigeon, just in case he gets peckish. *groan*
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