Tears

I'm putting a stew on, my hairy assistant chef is with me, as usual. I sit on the floor and we have a huge cuddle and soppy kisses. I find myself getting all emotional and asking him, "how the hell did it all go so wrong for you?" In my mind I can hear him say ... "Don't know what I did wrong." Tears running down my cheeks .. "I don't know what you did so wrong either my mate, here you are nothing but pleasure and a privilege." I'm crying now ... so he gets his ball and makes me smile again.