This morning I lay down and shut my eyes-and, BONES AND BISCUITS!
If a cheeky bird didn’t fly down to my nose and eat a crumb off my left whiskers!
Really, people have no manners at all these days!
A WHISKERY CRUMB FROM BOBS
Bobs was a fox terrier with an opinion on everything. He couldn’t bear baths, naughty birds or loud bangs but he loved bones, biscuits and his family.
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