The B Word

We met my friend Stina and her mum on my afternoon walk, and to my horror, her mum very clearly said the B word! To me! What? I wasn’t 100% that it would MEAN anything, but I took off to my hiding place as soon as we got inside the door.

The problem is, mum knows where my hiding place is. And, believe it or not, just minutes later, she came to get me. Grrr... Her excuse this time was - pollen. Because we’ve gone from cold weather to very warm, Zap! heaps of pollen is released at once, and some of it gets stuck in my fur. She explained. And she gets sneezy. Sigh. OK. Not happy, but OK.

By the way, it’s a B word in Swedish too.