Trouble brewing

The evening walk was eventful.

Rags is deaf. He stole Pip's ball. He ran away and lost it. He kept running. It took me ten minutes to catch him and get him on the lead to stop him from running through fields and buggering off to god knows where.

And Pippa cried. She spent ages trying to find her ball. Then she walked beside me, head down. Gutted.

Lottie doesn't know what the fuss is all about but knows for sure that Mum is pissed off and it means that she is grumpy and not much fun to walk with. But there are birds and sun so life is good in Lottieland.

We got home...eventually. Everyone had tea. Then Rags decided to eat the purple ball. And then he started whining. Even though we are all together in the sun room, me working and them chilling. He whined. And whined. And f-in whined.

I was going to blip a picture of Pippa because she is evidently devestated at the return of the fur monster and his ball stealing antics. But I thought you might report me to the RSPCA because of her sad face.

So I'm going to bed.
Tomorrow can only get better.
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