Muddy Again

Poor Ferd he came in with muddy paws and then proceeded to jump over the fabric for the curtains.

He got told off and went and sat on the stairs looking like a forlorn little boy, he then saw me and took himself off and got into the bath.

While I fiddled about upstairs it occurred to me that he was still in the bathroom.

He had got out of the bath but I found him sat on the mat, when he saw that I had come he proceeded to get back into the bath.

He wasnt that muddy - I called him, gave him a cuddle said sorry for shouting and we came downstairs for a treat.