Dolly still hasn't worked out that when I go upstairs, I will eventually come down again. It's a puppy thing. Sometimes I just have to go up there. To shower, for example. This morning I hadn't been upstairs five minutes when I looked down to see this pitiful sight. That wee is a protest wee if ever I saw one. Also, see Mr Chicken. More about him next time.
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