You know when you’re so cream-crackered that all you want/need/desire is sleep?
Well. Picture this.
3 am. GSD at the bedside. Nose in eye. Snort in face. Paw on head. Excuse me, sleepy person.
3 : 02 am. GSD happy. Out in the dark. Me. Maglite in hand. Yawning. PJ’s and slippers and frown ‘cos we’ve woken the pheasants, pigeons and…..!
3 : 10 am. GSD decides to investigate all 2 acres of the garden.
I might’ve complained a bit. So I’ve been let off Sunday Lunch duty.
Wooooohoooooo!
Pizza delivery?