Paws for thought

As Poppy lay on her dear parents bed, she mused on the subject of her blasted new collar. It was far too red and shiny and new and made her look like a ridiculous jet setter and folk were already commenting on it and overnight it appeared to have gotten even brighter. Her owner, who clearly loved it given the ridiculously happy mood he was in when he put it on her last night, was making no attempt to leave his bed and until he did there would be no chance to ruin this new monstrosity in the lanes muddy puddles.

Planning therefore in her head of ways to get the idle lump up, Poppy plots. She can do this, she knows she can. She is after all a Schnauzer!

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