..........Mum isn't speaking to me. Dad went off with someone called Scottish Graham this morning to make new doors so Mum took me out and then I watched her whilst she did some mopping and stuff and after that she cleared off to look at someone's Canary, whatever that might be.
Not really a good day for me as I just couldn't resist a bit of plaster scratching. She was so angry when she came home and made me go and lie down under the table, I didn't get any 'good girl' biscuits either.
Dad seemed to be on her side until we went out for our walk this evening and then he said 'don't worry about Mum, her bark is worse than her bite'. I really can't understand that one!
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