Pyjama Time

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

Before heading to Banchory today, I went for a walk with Kitty Cat and her two sons, Wolverine and Gladiator.

Wolverine is a little chatterbox and gives a running commentary of everything Murphy does on our walks*. Except he doesn’t talk, he shouts. Wolverine has 2 volumes on his dial - silent and very loud. And silent is broken.

We saw a cockapoo wearing a red fleece jacket ahead just as Murphy ran off to sniff something very important.

“LOOK, MURPHY IS RUNNING AWAY FROM PYJAMA DOG. HE WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH PYJAMA DOG. I THINK HE THINKS PYJAMA DOG IS SILLY.”

So that wasn’t awkward passing “pyjama dog”‘s owner! I also couldn’t keep a straight face.

C

*HE’S DOING A POO. LOOK, HE’S DOING A POO. THAT’S SIX WEES AND ONE POO NOW. HOW MUCH WEE DOES HE EVEN HAVE?