Sleep? Please?

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?

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