He’s back and making up for lost time.
So far he has;
Chased the cat,
Stolen a peice of toast,
Ripped the head of Mr Squirrel,
Ferociously ‘humped’ his blankie,
Sat on Wallace’s head,
Wee wee’d on his daddies pajamas,
Terrorised all the birds in the garden,
Dragged his arse around the rug,
Barked at all the clouds
And is now currently patrolling the garden through the sitting room window (as he has been confined to the living room for disrupting the household) – all before 9am!
Today is going to be a good day I suspect because he’s full of it…