Wednesday, 3 June 2015

The One That Got Away ...

When I leave work I give Steve three rings on the landline to let him know I'm on the way home. He gives me approx 30 mins and then brings the dogs into the house. These days I need to try and protect my work clothes from dog hair and mud. It usually works, but not always. If I arrive home before my time and they are still out it does cause a bit of a kerfuffle and the odd family members is reluctant to go in. Today that same family member got away with it; Steve was late bringing them in and then miscalculated his head count!!!
So nice she's pleased to see me ... but I did get a proper Sammi Belle battering!!!!  I told her she was vevy vevy bad ... to which she giggled "it's good to be bad!"