Zig is getting a bit interested
in this silly blog and so this title is HIS.
It amazes me how time just simply
slips away when you’re in the pool playing around. For nearly 2 hours yesterday
the 3 of us teased Dog mercilessly throwing the ball and then hiding the ball
and playing ‘piggy in the middle’ and hiding the ball. She was just completely
buggered by the end of it and then later spent the night utterly flat out on
the rug, too tired even to climb onto the couch with me.
Steve reckons Dog might never
talk to him again after a summer with the little fella. There is no doubt at
all that where Zig is, Dog is. They are excellent company for each other.
So that is the Dog pecking order.
First there’s Zig, then me and then Steve. Beggars belief really when it is
Steve that feeds her every night.
We are off home to Brisvegas this
afternoon so that Zig can see Santa tomorrow before he heads off to Melbourne
with his father. Really his little life is very full, so floating around in the
pool for a few days is no hardship whatsoever.
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