Good fun

Just a small part of my day that makes me happy.

I belt downstairs with a decent sized chewy in my mouth.  Then I lay down to eat it (I get indigestion if I eat standing up - doesn't everybody?).  Ernie scridges as close to me as he dares, and watches me devour it.

He's learnt the hard way that no-on - but no-one - comes between me and my chewie!  (Except HIM and HER, but they are the only exceptions).  I'm not a food aggressive dog, I swear.  I just like to tease little Ern.